Silly Sons of Beaches Dried Up H2O #FiveEasyPieces #HoldItBetweenYourKnees

SPINES FOR THE SUPPORT, SPINE’S DIVINE

Diving from sixteen feet above the surface into a jackknife or a one & a half tuck cannonball

Killer instinct floating in deep space without an anchor, without a compass to direct it all

High or low, out or inside job to keep you on your toes, ready for the finale of a corpse doom

Buries the stink so far away that there’s no memory of the stank of a carcass, just perfume.

Bones separated from one another when there’s no reason left to keep it all together, I’m in

All or nothing in the killer pot, either you win it all or lose it all, there’s no other option of sin

Mortally or originally a disobedient violator of the commands from a Father, Son & a ghost

Only you know and I know the meaning of the Truth, hidden from the many ones, the most.

Burnt in the fire until the forms turned into ash-like stardirt, no way to decipher Truth’s milk

You want to but you can’t succeed at the only thing anybody can do, spinnin’ on spider silk

Hurt in the hot flame, burnt in the first degree and the circulation diminished into a vacuum

Where nothing can live and nothing can die, nothing doing anywhere at any time, like scum.

For the first time in the re-recorded history of homo sapiens who inhabit Death Valley’s ash

You & I know the arid desert that is in between antibodies of water left over from the Ice Age

Happiness is one lucky result for a fraction of those born to run or crawl upon the big stage

Traumatic repetition of the causes which precede effects of a spoon runnin’ away ala dish.

Word that begins with an “F” like in #Fake news, just a middle of the road POTUS apparatus

An apparatchik is above and below the politics of freedom of speech, truth or lies about us

You and I stay out of the loving avalanche cascading from the shores of Gitchegoomy Lake

What you know when you begin the fire is that you will never burn it all down for God’s sake.

It’s not for me to say that the magic spell can only work with the power of the holy will

What you use to imagine the thoughtful idea coming to fruition, like magic whiskey swill

Down the hatch and the spirits move from belly to brain as quickly as an empty belly can

Throw up the throw backs while throwing spit balls between knuckle balls, hardball fan.

It changes in a New York minute how ever long that might be, more or less than an hour

Period piece between the legs of my daughters who cannot resist the temptation of Eve

They all beget the grandkids who always have a room in my mansion, their DNA qualify

By far this is the most important thing to ever know, when you die, no soul’s gonna fly.

Settle for faked Truth and not the blind faith fairy tale your mother & father regurgitated

Applied the astrophysics and common-sense degree in philosophy to the grateful dead

Head to bottom of the feet tarsals a menudo results to be masticated between the jaws

Make no bones about the finale to the play, it’s first, second & third acts on feline raws.

Monks hide from their kinfolk & following cohorts, brothers & sisters from other mothers

Between the starting gate and the photo-finish line in the track’s turf, what it is brothers

A longshot bet with the odds against the 30-1 so I bet a C-note on the #RedRooster Philly

I rolled the bones, Rolling Stones, as above, so below, it’s sweeter than cheesesteak T.

Pork rinds ain’t like a pig in a poke, they’ll do in the pinch because they’re epic munchies

Without cerveza from Corona it’s impossible to appreciate the substance abuse of these

Monkeys with the careers and retirements before rigor mortis sets in, Time spins the dead

Caught and stuck awaiting to fight the bite, spider comes, I’m already gone, ya bonehead.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July XXVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked the jaw shut on the corpse of dead words in rows while dead in the water }

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