#SacToMontereyExpress #SlowBoatToPacGrove #LifesTooShort @HallOatsBirch

 

CHAKRA-CHARADES GAME TIME'S COME, SPACE IS NIGH
So you and I are on the same page, above & below your self, hot behind or ahead mode
In the facts of life you're a perfect mark for someone who loves to be a @Patsy, a toad
Doin' everything possible to please but not, stubbing your toe to freeze heaven's EZ riff
Of mice and men who crawl, burrow and in the end perish of Time in Space, One's gift!

Monks are silent, priests become pacified and violent depending on the pain in a big toe
A smack, a tortured bleeder of the maximum and minimum of the gods, divinity's autotroph
Bums and junk injectors due to the nature of the zoo beasts out and about, amongst us all
We are them in a NYC minute, you ain't dirty you just have no home, no shower for the Ball.

Monks and monkeys all one and the same, praying for rice and water to survive the holocaust
Of being alive on Earth during the wobbling revolution & orbit around some star up in flames
Magazines and books hold the Word, a multiplicity of split infinitives from the mind of a Boss
In charge of you, yours and mine but not me, I resist ocean absorption, let them eat sea moss.

Inside of you, outside of you, you are not there!  Lost in Space or out of the cosmic mind soup
DNA hodge-podge of intent or accident, unidentified walking subject, an UWS foil for the UFO
Minced meat is the dead animal flesh with seasons from the smell-good spice concoction loop
It's down feathers and grounded up pelican beaks for the magic man, air's Force I can't stop.

Inside of the fire pit, the descending into the deep hole causes the unconscious to flowertop
Mothers and absentee fathers who were broken by the AFDC clamp in my duodenum's flop
Nothing more and nothing even less than zero remains to be seen, no herd of schooling fish
To net or hook on the triple trouble points of a triad, good, bad and ugly, apes baited a wish.

Whether you have lived a good or a bad life from your first to your last gasp, you'll benefit
Most souls can NEVER be born on Earth, you and I found fortune in the accidental bull spitt
Gold from the leftover lead from burned out Chevrolets and Fords, here & now my badness
Behavior from labor pain, constant reminder of One banged big toe in a T-bone of sadness.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *oHBoyiTSoNmAN
c.  Samedhi, June 5th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:05 AMPST #ButWhy?
{ NEVER to be more than One, drafted listenin' to 8' & 8" of 7 CHAKRAS HEALING, AURA REBOOT BALANCE ALIGNMENT on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4dNTyI14f2E }
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#TimeInSpace #EmptyHeadstart #MonkeysDidIt

 

A SOLID BET YOUR TIME HAS COME TODAY, BE THE BALLS' BOUNCES

Get off of my cloud, it's #9 and it's closed for the summer-winter downfall

You are not going to be usefully used as an idiot on a moron's footing call

Ice gets you through the scorching rays of the unconetemplating boredom

Of monks, nuns, priests & fell angels agree, Nothing is a form anti-matter.

It's a given from the hands of the unknown, X above and below the core

We're one burned out star in the pantheon of dots in the middle of a bore

Holy up & down the grave sites, headstones hard rock until the soul's free

Dying to get into the places you'll never see, heaven, hell & the purgatory.

A girl and a boy regard one another, then one goes rogue, heartbreakers on

Full stop in the crosswalk, running down the Truth and Lies of a brethren

Measuring fantasy against reality, yours is not mine and mine's not yours

It makes a difference if you love and if you don't, it's a major riff, a curse.

Until my happiness flows to another end, The Ends, it's over when it's over

Miracle is that I got to be here one second, a minute or a century, Love her

Forever & a day, not long enough to get to eternity to stay where It won't

All there is if I'm not mistaken is me, myself & I, that's all I share or I don't.

Read, understand, converse with the electronic dots in a matrix, ignore me

I know ignorance is bliss so I expect to be ignored, I do not bleed the bliss

Bliss is the lack of pain and suffering, a given to the revolution of Earth axis

A wobbling, spinning place in space for germs, amoeba & mankind's tryst.

Bums and junkes jukin' the responsible worker slave group, leftover bang

From the Big One that just exploded & dispersed the atoms of the cosmos

Some inside me, some inside you and the others we know who live & died

Ignorant of the origin other than belief in Daddy, Mommy and a slow ride.

Taking, giving, shutting down for the records, locked in myth, a god keeper

Alive and kicking, up and down the freeways and turnpikes of grim reaper

They all know just after one last heartbeat, a gasp for air, it's all over man

Women cry because the men and boys die, who cries for them girls?  I can.

It's not funny, it's a bit sad but that's the way happiness goes, you lose It

When it's gone, you can't get it back, like a butterfly, it's got to have a flit

From one end of the root to the tip of the flower, a thing itself lives to be

A sun catcher after the darkness rolls out, is me, I am all there is, you see?

Of course you can't see that, you're in my dream, a character with no score

I can't be in all characters at once, it's just one at a time, only one, no more

Come with me to the ending, it stops, it's quiet, it's still true, about Timing

It's all there is, It's everything, success or failure results, It's the only thing.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday June 4th, 2021 Anno Domi9ni @ 7:77 PMPST

{ Frozen stiff in Space for the Time of my life, worried no more, it is not

what it is, it's what it is not & I jammed this while listenin' to #TheVoid &

@TheChambersBrothers #HITS link @https://youtu.be/hIqwzQ7g-Cc } 

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#VooDooChild #LeftBehindWithOnlyOneMind #FIRE @HENDRIX #GimmeThreeSteps cuz I'm #TwoStepsBehind #SaidILovedYouButILied

H2O GOES THERE?  DREAMS SWEPT AWAY VOODOO!
Monkeys go on Monday, trilobites come and go in a New York minute of millennia, it's a stingin'
We were the ones we were waiting for, water flowing over the Rockies, therefore, it's all of yous
Oh my God, what are you saying that there's an invisible creator or one who died to kill the Blues
Full stop man!  Meaning that there's Nothing if there is no God, I really mean it man, N O T H I N'.

Take a deep breath in and blow it out before you begin the journey, from here to way over there
Monsters & beautiful beings from a plethora in the heavens, above & below this dirt, arcane soot
Nothing wrong with diggin' in the dirt to plant the seeds of plants that grow & eat the CO2 for us
Kill the trees, the plants, the food, pollute the water & extinguish the genome's face, DNA caput.

Mothers and fathers all gone, swept up in the human races and a broken dream of a Rose Bowl
To life in prison without parole, you gotta stay behind the bars with the cement walls' holy hole
A tiny open wound to allow fake comfort of knowing your sentence to Hell's Life, bars all barred
To the end of walking and breathing, the end of the short story, amigas and amigos, it's so hard!

You will exit the entrance on the only day you can, the day you die from some unknown 1st Cause
Recollection of the pangs in your stomach of being nervous about what was yet to come, a pause
Health or illness will get you through, infancy to old age, the natural abuse of Mother Nature's Id
Got the beats down pat, it's the rhythm & the rhyme on my dime, when it's over, it's all over kid!

Logs rollin' into the bay so they can be sliced into 2 x 4's and studs for the projects of Washington
In the heat of the night where angels fear to go, Life froze stiff & ceased to be, in a Big Bang son
Left over atoms of molecules that used to be you, me and the infrastructure all disappear, It sings
Sin of fathers & mothers who got here thousands of years ago, like apemen, We kinks, We kings!

Society of human culture determines the happiness or sadness of the ones who see what's cookin'
Babies crying, children dying, old ladies and old, worn-out gentlemen with worn-out welcomes in
To be or not to be in the mix, in the cornucopia of Rock & DNA in mixed drinks to hide the poison
Just like the old man Socrates who died because he lied about lying, mighty Mo deceived the Sun.

No remedy for the terminally ill other than exit, stage right and you don't know where that leads
Could be up above in the clouds of Earth or in the Void of Space or maybe, it's your mama's face
In the aquarium of living, breathing ocean fauna, frogmen swim and feed the minions, food feeds
Trees and bushes surround my headstones filling the cemeteries with the Clear Light, a won race.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, June 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ You know the drill, drafted in utero, recollected at 69 in 2021 & now it's in your head with the melody of @Chicago #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kiu8SH2Gcj8 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FakePhantasy #DreamReality #HeightsOfAbsurdity #HellaTwoDuhNawNaw #WhoGotDaBiggizGunz @CHICAGObandwidth @WARtheBand #BugsBunEazeclipsInTheFinale

ABSURD, STUPID, WHACKED, ALOOF, CLUELESS, #FAKE WISDOM

Imagination and your breathing wind that fuels your cell mitosis is all that there is for us yo Ma
There's nothing you'll leave behind when you die, whether you're conservative or my precious
Radical policies of radical politicians from Wall Street to San Ysidro down the sands of old Baja
Pops had no idea that climaxes he had could lead to this here and that there, open wound of US.

Bugs on your windshield splat that won't come off without an ice scraper, insect blood sticky
Wipers cannot do justice upon the bug death, the exoskeletons flatten out in time, in the dark
On to the range for self-defense of my mother Earth & her children of unwed fathers' progeny
Working for the cash, volunteer labor without any payday being an inmate in prison drapery.

Bobbing bobbers of Garcia poles, tips pointing down to an imaginary core of hostile hook 'em ups
For the sake of being cool and calm when you find out the Truth about my fortunate son is a cobra
You will need some Blind Faith to begin with, right off of the get go, we all gotta be bat fever cups
#WhatTheWhat words left a Spirit of the dead souls that left Commands to bawl so come on brah!

 A long time ago, a yellow-paged telephone book gave credit to undeserved ilk, for the love of money
The rich ego got richer and the poor got poorer, the corporation bloomed from bankruptcy to Valhalla
Thor has nothing on the morons who move from coast to coast, being the smoke signal is also the fire
Burning in utero from conception all the way to the extinction of the shebang's DNA contents, a wire.

Tightrope above & below a fight you have here & now with ones you love, until death does your parts
Predators of apes, cats, dogs & bugs will put it all in perspective, homeless welfare for freelove pharts
Mother Jones and Q-anon nut-jib-jabs with the origin of Man, the #Wetmarket or the GD Mad Hatter
Caring about the final end of Life is one thing, it's all over man, there's no rest of the story, it's all Her.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, June 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 07:59 AMPST
{ Jammed out of the Void this AM while blastin' @ArmstrongAndGettyRadioShow on @kste650AM out of #RiverCity, #SARS9 &  listenin' to @WarTheBand #ShesFromTheSothernPartOfTexas link @ https://youtu.be/4SFFLklsdt8 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChillinOvertimeAsleepInMyStationWagon #IsItFridayYet #HellNo #ItAintKilledMeYet #HeSaidDADDY

SKELETON KEYS MADE TO UNLOCK ROCKS, ROLLIN' BLISS INTO HOLES
Monks who hide are free devils in caves & hovels of mud, in which they shiver when fear rises
To keep them warm and ready for battle at any moment, twenty four hours everyday in crisis
Sleeping with one eye open because nobody really ever has your back, most folks blink, I did
Apes fast asleep at the wheel when driving in the desert at night, no headlights, off the grid.

Porcupines and eels just two amazing lives of the many, in defense of their hearts & souls
Ready to poke or shoot some spine or even electric-shock the apeman to immobilize limbs
Nothing but fear to defend myself agains, embodied by the ignorant and the lame past tense
Fine point to establish the facts, I feed threatened, I'm armed, dangerous and foster silence.

Invoice to list the charges and the taxes I must pay the master of the planet, 7 pounds of skin
I don't have that much on me so I am searching for someone who matches an imaginary icon
Civilian or military in the mix with anyone else in good physical and economic shape for good
Or bad or ugly, in any case, a trifecta of always and forever, dictates the dick, so in the mood.

This siren calls and I move to objectify the subject at hand, near death experience my #NDE
In one moment, everything changed, what has been taken for granted is now the what I see
Random shots in the darkness' penumbra, exhibit A, you're here, exhibit B is Life's too human
It's all innocence, no worried brows 'cause there's no beginning to IT, it is what it is, Sam I am!

Scene 1 and Round 3 of the match between Love and the other panaceas goin' around town
Jack Daniels helped me hang in there too, for a round or two, gone to  Church lyric sneakin'
Up in my craw by where I feel like I gotta burst out of the bag, kickin' & screamin' to bleedin'
Black & blue but I never knew what runnin' the dozens meant to the trip, up with yo' mama.

Fecal toxicity will kill you, you'll be full of the bull's scat both literally and figuratively, in tune
You will be alive until the day you die, that's one of the facts of life, no charge but I take tips
Watched rivers and the lakes for the boats, kayaks and swimmers and how many died today
Drowned or accidentally killed by man or animal or clumsy intent, then reincarnated as a boy.

Baby grown up to an old man in a century of grim grief and ecstatic moments of blissful glow
It's the easiest thing to do, just let it all be and take one last gasp of breath in unknown blow
You know what I mean, you know the thing, what I'm trying to say is, it's the harbinger's high
Planet or a saint's savior who died & went to Space's heaven of the halo-way, living color dye.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Monday, Memorial Day, May XXXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST
{ Like pops taught me, Truth, #LiveInFrance @EricChurch @ https://youtu.be/nYq5K40juA4 }
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 ...THINKIN' 'BOUT TAKIN' A SWING!

#MotherlineMeAndTheVoid @EricChurch #ItsOverWhenItsOver @LennyKravitz #EmptiedHairDreads

A JET'S SONS @WORK, ATOMIC ONES & EVE'S STARLIT, INJECTED VENOM

Googling Nuke missile strikes from A, L & Sea, the Bees will sting, it's all over, holy one #FakeNews

Holy scat can't be denied, it's payday for clean sweeps of good times in outer space, loved my booze

Landed animals in the phylum & the class A uniforms of windbags & vultures who're on a salt sea hunt

Princes & their queen mothers are here & now, conceiving the no-brainers, winning on 3rd down punts.

Miraculous effects of The First Cause math, calculus is there in front of your third eyes, yo minions

Drank the coke and the sevens up and Jack, it was not easy to recommend myself, one of seven sons

Yet here I am right in the middle of the fray, days or years, maybe minutes before I die, so lay it on

Thick as a clay brick just out of the kiln, as hot as lava but there's no reason for the pain, we're done.

Dudes in the trunk & they are going bat chit crazy, claustrophobic & soon to die, breed @speed

Seeing in the mirror just to make sure you're here, you'll leave the iron wall believing it's all free

Somnambolistically yours and I know you can't relate so, just go back to sleep and set your sails

You're no free choice in any case, you're trapped in the jungle at the end of the trail, the entrails.

Dead and gone, silent as the empty space between your ears and outside of the Earth spinning

Mother Nature is fooled, this is a dream within a dream and she has no idea that's mortal sinning

Doin' what comes natural is not so natural afterall, it's against the divine law of the invisible Ga

Cavemen hooked up chariots on griffin to the sky and saw Nothing up close, Siscumba, Ra Ra Ra.

Take those lugnuts off, drop your rubber and replace with the coffin dirt, Earth above, below's fun

That's what it was all about, same as an aborted fetus or misconceived promotion, overloaded one

Not only are you ignorant and unenlightened, you cannot be redeemed by your tiny baby android

You knew the score, imprinted signals of invisible chokin' forkballs onto the Sun's flat-lined Void.

Puny and impudent due to the nature of the bastardized beast, a priest, a nun, a baby, a holy one

You've got to hand it to the handmaidens and if you don't, it won't matter because it is what it is

Meaning that you've got no control over any of the causes and effects of the world, not now or ever

Dream that you've got the power and you fight an opposing power with adept rings of God's power.

Drug things' Oneness through muck & mire, too far gone 'fore a Big Bang's Dwarf killed the MILF

Sorry for you & my mama bein' in a coma, it'll expire for all to be oblivious, not to be know-it-alls

Became fillers of empty, holy, dirty holes dug 6 foot downunder dead ash, play paddy cake yourself

A lowrider's cool cucumber ways & means, to unwed mother cholos, the amiga cardiac arrest calls.

Worked for the gravy that I ate 'til it disappeared, then nothing was left over for a nutty riddle

They cried and starved to death because they didn't know how to hunt & cook the hot vittles

Somethings are no good, some are evil, opposite of live & dead and gone away to all My Space

Thunder above & below, I'm grounded in being here & now, love me & GTF out my #GD Face!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, Memorial Day, #freedomAINTfree May 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST

{  Jammed to @EricChurch #OverWhenItsOver in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY )

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#AGodsDamOfVooDooHooDoo #ZappaScatAndLoveBone #WhatInTheNameOfZeus #BeJolie

ZAPPAESQUE STINKFOOTISH, BLACK PAGE OF COSMIC DEBRIS

What you would do if you could do what's sufficient & necessary, the sky's just a speed limit

Necessary slowdown for being conceived, involuntarily too human in a fake Greco-Roman skit

Played well as oscar & emmy winners, globe award just for writin' holy WORD of pinkish flesh

Speed of sound hatched from DNA grime of an old man's scum, microscopic, so oozing, fresh.

It's A Sign from above and below here and now, a symbolic representation of a thing itself

What will be will be, if was meant to be, y'all are up a lazy ol' shtze crique without a paddle

Moonshine is best if and only if you make it and don't actually drink it, it'll kill a good man

It's a sold, done deal and it could happen when you walk this middle Way of death's rattle.

I'm neither your parent, teacher nor your preacher but this is becoming all you get from me

An honor to #Zap you with the bows and arrows to come into your door of perception, to see

Or not to see, to ignore & obfuscate the reality behind your birth, death & necessary 7th son

Sufficient propositions to justify the necessary conclusions of inductive and deductive reason.

Bones evolved to hand your head and shoulders over to the misjudgment of Time's Spaces

Fact that I thought that thinking itself was the key to the Truth about existence and essences

As loud as the last explosion of sound in a deaf man's ears, that's how the TNT just has to be

Get jiggy with beginning from the #getGo and deducing your presence and barbwire fences.

Faith in what blind men cannot touch, can't see or feel but CAN hear the blinding infrared light

Words concocted from past meanderings of poor, suffering patients without psychiatrists' screed

Bumps in the road predictable past, all over them all, whether high or low, it's a party o'er here

Who it is that searches for & finds The Miraculous is the One who unconsciously knew forever.

Proof is both over 180 but also in the pudding, the pie and a pussycat evolved to thinketh I am

Yet if I was not then I wouldn't be typing words which mean Nothing to anyone, I am old S.A.M.

Hidden in plain view from the sky's eyes, above and below the surface to air inside the cavemen

Ignited-split atomic minds left over from a Big Bang philosophy of heaven or a tribe warrior Zen.

There can and will be no mistake and no doubt about the Truth, it's naked and without clothes

Not even a shroud to cover the naked ape's skin and bone housing of the frozen soul of a Rose

From a seed in the dirt, flower and fruit rises to get high above gravity only to succumb, to Fall

Or winter, spring, summer, Earth's spinnin' & revolvin' is all there is, Big Bang, boom, that's All!

Not your parent, friend nor law enforcement and certainly not your cosmic soup slop, not God

Highly improbable that you will read this and then rattle my cage for clarification, get the nod

Meaning is relative and you may or may not be mine but I'm leavin' you this ruby gem, it's #Lit

"Monkey see, monkey do," grandma told me THAT spice of life was true, Darwinian pasta too!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May XXXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

{ #LittleGreenBag #ReservoirDogsSoundtrack inspiration link @ https://youtu.be/-ozaAvQYG_c & A BOATLOAD of @FrankZappa link @ https://youtu.be/UD5y5SbQaos }

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W.W.A.R.D.?