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Monday, May 11, 2026
NO, THANK 'ME' LATER! YOU CAN'T FICTIONALIZE THIS CHIT, MON! @MichaelJackson #BubblesTheChimp #KRACKED
CAROL & I ARE GOING TO MONTEREY AD INFINITUM
I broke my halo out at the shore, near Monterey’s Big Sur, Jesus Christ is all goneAll answers were posited by the guessers who knew nothing, and then they died
So, we all get the same old chances; if they get any chance at all, it’s up to a one
On the feet & healthy, strong legs that take the weight, there’s a maximum load.
I won’t know anything the day I die, & to save some time, already don’t know it
Flow hot to keep it cool, it’ll seize if you cause friction to be present in your ID
Gods know nothing more nor less than the minions do, confused, false superego
Bar fights are over before they start, where I hunt for things that come to blow.
Beginning at the end and leaving the middle to stay at rest in the vacuum, on air
Where you say what you think & we all agree or disagree with the evil, live stare
Halls and markets are empty, everything’s broken beyond repair, you know it all
What becomes of our natural longing for longevity, existence is a chimera ghost.
Victims and the hunters need and want one another, boredom’s ennui last stand
In front of the fear & behind the malfunction, it’s all that you are, one free Will
Be an accident of lust of man & woman, it’s the same as a planned day 1 family
It’s still a murder of crows whether you like it or not; it’s not my call, what’ll be.
It will be foretelling the story as if it is a means to the Way, Truth about a Pitch
Never repeat the operation twice, or it’ll go on a roll & it’ll never stop the itch
Homeless encampments have rats and trash from the many minions of ape ilk
Education of the young orphans and mistreated children on 5150 parents’ milk.
It may not get better than this, but for certain, it could be worse; it’s been said
Only you and I know the meaning of life, get hungry, work to eat, or you’re dead
Not to cast aspersions and blame on the innocent & wild-eyed boys led by nuns
Fear & loathing of all the above leaves Nothing out, over & done without reruns.
Heard the herd approaching from the rumble of the ground, vibration warning
Out of the way of the stampede is not only a good idea, but it’s about surviving
Even if you hate your place in Space, you still don’t want to stop breathing, et al
If you go too soon, you’ll return ad infinitum, just do the thing you do, play Ball!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ Broke this out of
the twilight zone while jammin’ to @ACDC’s #SoulStripper on
youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4?si=xAhobZMRMtoiBTj3 }
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Thursday, May 07, 2026
#FermiParadox #TimingIsEverything You're Welcome @UncleRomeoVentura #ItCouldBeWorse #GodsGnosis #CouldBeMythological @GROK @Ai #NewOldEagles
SERIES OF THE FRITZ’ BONES
ON A GRIDIRON
Being a being is a serious business; ain't easy on Earth’s survival plane of ego; the world turns
Revolving in perpetuity, orbiting at the mercy of uncontained, burning hydrogen, one-God of us
Radicals & conservatives agree on one thing only: everyone WILL die sooner or later, spurned
From nothing out of nowhere, here y’all are with a blinded faith in the invisible e-blog of excess.
Your mind's body is separate in name only; it’s all one & the same thing, thing itself self-respect
Crows in a murder cling to their wings & ability to flock to & fro, mating for a motherlode sect
Word of dog’s god spelled in reverse, important or not, coincidence that’s your new best friend
Chip off, slice up, cut around every little thing y’all can do to prove Life's worth it in the end.
Trying too hard, pushing & pulling things closer or further than a natural state of rest, decay
Lackluster this & that, just because you can do it, a transformation from innocence into a way
To get to the end of the dream without waking up and ruining the whole exercise in wasted time
Songs written, sung & metabolized, eagle flew high in outer space to our Earth, sin on a dime.
Doubt the Truth, and you can check your six regardless, Life expressed a death to turn around
Imagination of thoughts in living color form, picturing in the inner mind of the pitcher’s mound
Front and center, I get good wood on every swing of the wood or aluminum, a crack or a ping
Mound above, pitcher’s screwball unpredictable, close your eyes, pretend you’re close to ding.
Mothers let you out of the cabin; you’re in freestyle mode for the duration of the creation song
It may be over in a NY City minute or last a century, more or less, it’s certain, it may be wrong
See ahead of the horizon, don’t look back at the disappearance of a whole shebang’s monopoly
All at once, singular point reduction before annihilation is for certain; a God to be or not to be.
Racing around tracks counter-clockwise may make sense to some, I can’t decide, I like rights
The lefts aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, hangin’ on the inside fence or curb to trip the lights
Fantastic as some are, others are just the red and blue lights, some green, some amber, to signal
Above or below this dirty Earth, there’s no peace or surrender, fit for a fight down below Hell.
Bombardment with ordinance of minimal destruction, running out of the woods with weapons
Young or old, the saga’s always the same, you have it, they want it, it’s all about a queen’s sons
Deliberately jump off of a cliff even if you know you can’t fly & land on your feet, just to die
At One again with what your mother forced out your father, a climax spent, Rum, Coke & Rye.
Knowing ol’ Felix the Cat had a bag of tricks to pull on the minions before it got hip, it’s moot
Cat had nine lives, squandered on the good life in the alleys and down the brick pathways’ afoot
Let you in on a little secret that used to be a big deal, when you die, you’ll die & that’s it, caput
Fear and loathing, mothers & sisters taught the ways & means that justified the Ends, big boot.
Mothers dreamed I’d say this, but they had no idea their dreams would ever come true, no kids
Nevermore the small ones attached to the good, bad & ugly mothers & fathers trippin’ on skids
Supermen, Batmen, all too human men, come & go in a frenzy or just in a whimper of hot airs
Forever holding Peace in the Void, know what you think is “so what’ you are, fool, double dares.
Let the idiots & morons out of the wombs, to force havoc to appear as a nativity peace on Earth
No desire/need to bleed, you’ve only got 5 pints, more or less, & that’s it for you, don’t be hurt
Hence, furthermore, without wisdom, knowledge, or pure luck of the draw, life will be too short
Life’s length is for the repayment of karma owed to the powers-that-be, Nothing fog; new birth.
Peace bestowed on your conscious attention, you know what it feels like, out of the battle’s war
Grim reaper stands by, no need to wonder if you’ve been forgotten by the sort of the Last One
Grime and pristine mix in the menudo of conundrums, which fill Space with subatomic charm
So, therefore, hence, what I meant to say is moot, here & I know, extinction’s high pot farm.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 5-6-2026 Anno Domini @ 1159 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #IfIHadAMillionDollars by
@BareNakedLadies in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V8zdNe_l3M8?si=nzSV7o9pfa-MgBC4
& #WadeInTheWater by @TheStaplesSingers link @ https://youtu.be/qeosL7Vpn9g?si=wKjBz1-OpX1O2IuW
}
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