#SurfingBigKahunasOnLINE #ShotsFiredInTheDarkness @PulitzerPrizeNominee P O W E R (?) "IF THE SURF'S UP, I'M HANGIN' TEN WIPEOUTS" #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunne @Don_Henley #LastWorthlessEveningYoullHaveToSpend

IF THE SURF’S UP,
 I’M HANGIN’ TEN WIPEOUTS

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One mere false move and you become extinct, it ain’t our fault, it is your own free will

Backbone got slipped and y’all forgot your mojo left your 208 bones unfractured still

If you all didn’t walk forward and backward, you’d develop a faux inferiority complex

Slippin’ into darkness on the deck got my tailbone tweaked, rescue me, all pain sucks.

Fully faded to hot black with the whole generation of a century, 1900’s annihilated to Void

Simply, full complexity of histrionics and recorded perfectly, high fidelity IQ of an android

I super washed my dirty laundry before you got here, bleached whites & color never died

Bonehead skull above crossed leg bones grew your hair long, hippy got schooled, they lied.

Analogous ghosts haunt digital souls, nowhere to go, skip some between memory & myth

Neon flea-flickers spill top secrets across the shoreline, sand- coded dreams lost undertow

Days dissolve into cassette tapes unspooled in soundtracks for the edge of new punk kid

Riptide of progress & nostalgia, kids ridin’ breakers of what was, clutching pearls in a skid.

I pray you’re right, the next swell will carry us somewhere we still recognize, no rock sand

Bury your face up above the Earth’s surface, launch on a spacecraft before luck depletes it

Nobody has ever survived the state of being a mortal animal on Earth, not even a woman

Which would have happened the next day after the genome dropped, stop & look my man.

Undo nothing because it’s impossible to succeed, Nothing feels as nothing else in the cosmos

Nauseous due to the beast’s need to get behind the cart rather than lead the dumb as bolts

Crystal clear that you are the fancy pants on your side of town, blue jeans & denim like sons

Think then act advisory or expire as an atom of fission eating a subatomic god particulation.

Knobs control the all too humane ape-like perpetuation of the gravitational collapse of Zen

Not taught by teachers because it’s unknown to them, naïve mothers raising kids in the Den

All of what happens above and below the Earth’s ashen boulders & pebbles, It’s A Wash Wish

Experimental intent, the day an animal mutated from a plant, DNA/RNA in a glass petri dish.

Random chaos within boundaries of the whole shebang, order of things flows as river to sea

Check your six at the back door, front door is locked tight & superglued shut to keep out, Me

Why that is important is because I don’t keep secret Truths to myself, I tell everybody to die

There’s no meaning to living any life if there’s nothing but Void after being alive, boldfaced lie.

What in Hades are we humans, food no animal eats, just burnt & buried death do us part it all

Only you know as I know and if you don’t, you will discover sooner or later, Life is a ton of fun

Trust me about your Last Rights, Self you are, you realize that DNA dies, ghosts have no RNA

One day before conception, Nothing, now decades hence, one huff before death, #woke DNA.

This can’t be all there is, like the song sang by @BrooksAndDunne, this is a place Space, Lost

You and I’ve been North, South, East & West, seven continents & island volcano lava magma

Pirates and navies sailed and landed approximately right there where you are, sitting so pretty

Gave up no valor since it couldn’t be stolen clothes & medals, all for One & One for all to see.

Things and places where all things come and go to and fro, the whole shebang is inside of US

Your mommy & daddy, whether they raised you from birth or not, they created your soul l’il

So tiny it couldn’t be plagued by the permutations of the Big Bang creation, or is it? Big OMG

High probability of seizure, failure of all Life that depends on air & H2O, a prediction genius?

Play on words or not, the truth of the conclusion of every argument is a leap of faith, I believe

If there were any alternative to continue breathing & functioning as our ancestors, we’d know

There ain’t a UFO in your backyard, your friend’s dreams fade away with time as aliens fix chit

Lottery gamble on the way it’s gonna be, double bet hunch, or it might turn into squat, S#IT.

Caught up with the bumbass while I was starring in a Hollywood movie with a World War of It

Keeping what can’t be kept is not only Evil but also, it’ll annihilate the only Good leftover chit

Inside of your head, spilled wine leaves of the grape squeezed out of the seeds of ol’ Johnny

Apple grew out branches, I didn’t spill the wine, I didn’t bite the apple, now stop it God! Si??

I’m innocent of the crime, trust me, I swear on a stack of bibles, but I don’t know why, I swear

Could I be deceived at all like all the dead people who used to be alive on Earth, all right here

Hard line, it’ll be a Hard Day’s Night every day until your last one, happiness’ fleeting chimera

Makes you smile and be happy to know and love, parent, sibling, friend & especially enemy.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August 23rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ElectricLightOrchestra #DontBringMeDownNUTS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FuiMQPc5aKA?si=t_LD8ez7SwDIYl-i }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#TimingIsEverything #SurfingMaui #TheoryOfNothing @ChicagoTheBand #TheFourWindsBlowJobsAbroad #BluesInTheNight #PayUp #Payoff

MY TOUR OF DUTY

base 1971 KEESLER AFB, MISSISSIPPI @vietnamwar

BEACHES ON HAWAIIAN ISLES,

A STATE OF BEING AT ONE TOO

Welcome home, aloha & mahalo for being here & now, free choice or karma debts

It’s an eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth, two eyes & thirty-two choppers, 2 sets

Now for the future living in the past, that’s fleeting presence, now is soon, near miss

Not only do you know the Truth but also you don’t believe the wisdom you possess.

Think if you’re all too human, it’s your coup de gras on Earth, save your soul in Hades

We’ve gone to pot, grown weeds to cultivate & burn for the distortion quickly fades

Likin’ your haircuts, half-dead folliculitis in every cell of your skin, head to toe & foot

Blame and acceptance flow, oh poor orphan, test-tube baby without original sin soot.

Kept your mouth closed shut without saying anything about the nature of the beastly

As you know it, the sons who roam the east & west coast beaches, don’t wanna work

They want counterrevolution of the volunteers, break down the power into atomic fizz

Boys and girls born to fatherless children, raised by a state of civilized good, bad & ugly.

Broke through into this side from the other side, it was the former not the latter, I beat it

Followers and the followed all pretend to know what this means, high without a thought

Danger to be fake hurt and die of unknown causes, above the dirty water, my home sweet

Place in Space I named Home, they said it was, I couldn’t argue, I planted both of my feet.

Under the mud in Mississippi & on the sand of the beach at Lake Michigan, I launched it

Almost enough fuel to get to the destination but I ran out of energy & settled for the s#it

It’s what you can guarantee for the satisfaction, psychotic reaction & non-sequitur logic

Into the vortex down the rabbit hole with the hares and foxes, they call me dago & spick.

Boys in the ‘hoods my parents moved into were not the astro scientists of a windy city

Dreams had and faded to black, as above, so below it should be, faced the facts, sittee

Hunger and thirst will murder you without intent, no will to power, just a power that be

Gravity, collapse the electrons & neutrons, protons of Big Bangs & molecular WW three.

You know you ain’t a fortunate one, lucky is not in any deck of playing cards you’ll ever see

In San Francisco or Cherry Hill, it’s one coast or the other, your destiny draws you to a sea

People are just people without bald heads and flowers in their hair, fairy godmothers all

Hair in your juice and you are dying of thirst, gag you with a spoon or take a tumble, fall.

Highlights of your mother was the climax of your origin & your punch into the open air here

Players and managers of the game, begin & end as above, so below, with a cool keg of beer

Judge the books by the covers, what’s the alternative? A blind man’s bluff, just Helen Keller

Playing the strings and horns, beating skins & tins, music pray for the prey, God will eat fear.

Count to ten but hide your eyes so you can’t see where I hide, within Kick-The-Can bounds

You know where the glue is, it’s home & gaol at one & the same time, a bar of dog hounds

Why was there nowhere to run to? Nowhere to hide right there in the middle of paradise

Son, it’s no good to overthink it, I’m with you every step, can’t stop ‘til I close my two eyes.

Too high to run away, I’ll choose to stand back & chill with the comfort of my spoils, earned

Hiding in my corner in plain sight, invisible though in this chain of linked fools, none’s dead

Chains linked, severed due to pain & suffering, pleasure to get away from the hold, free too

Worry ain’t in my repertoire & shouldn’t be in yours, I’ll get you out of the chain, no fools.

Where I want to be is right where I am, if you follow that philosophy, know this, chain-free

Bums and junkies don’t ever go home, took the wrong path but it was a junk fool, a stealer

What you do to get the fix, what a big pusher needs, to shut down your mojo in utero hurt

Cerebral or stoned out-of-body experience, all of the above is better than casket-coffin dirt.

I got some rules, gonna go catch a few surf waves, wait for me on the beach blanket & bingo

Bad guys taking people’s private property for fun, the sheriff that I am, got crooks in synchro

With my Jesse James & Billy The Kid attitude, the bad guys didn’t know they were goin’ down

No path to being good for the evil lurking with a PhD in Acquisitions, killed the funny clown.

You wanted and you needed somebody to love, flew the airplane into the ocean, 96 tears

Spirits flying without their wingman, I am what navigators need, watchin’ your six, all fears

Out of your mind, out of body experience, OBE like the dead & gone, hearts bleed out/in

Hero & heroine, apes with no hair, afraid of the naked legs and arms, asleep, woke, in Sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 22, 2025 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this nut while jammin’ to @SpaceOdessey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QFSE4dUJYM8?si=Gzqcgtm626rDG2s6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuckAllAirOutTheRoom #GravitationalCollapse #RosesAintRed #QuantumComputers #4thDimensionalMetaLogic

cash to buy me a boat

It's really no problem to be misunderstood, it buys me some time to catch some rays

No shoes, no shirt, no problem, tank tops, flip flops, beach sunsets on west coast sand

Killer creator of the heavens, the planets of the stars & stripes up your yellow hind

Pink or an invisible blackness pull the whole shebang together & blow your mind.

Songs sung, poems read, book reports on novels and novellas to achieve Nirvana blue

If it's not being alive as a human on Earth, I don't want it, you can choose disembody

Although you won't survive the shock to the nervous system concealing such a hottie

Feeling good one day or not, the very next day you die without noticce, nobody knew.

You thought Homer was a moron, Hal makes Homer appear like Jesus Einstein, man

Sickness unto death will flip you out before you lose your bid at divine consciousness

All too human to put too many stems and seeds in the baggie buds, pop-a-top woman

Seriously, this is @StringTheory @QuantumPhysics, #TheoryOfItAll, a Goddess.

Computer made H2O & H2O made Life on Earth, Goddesses invented Life's movie

Animate life to appear as a cartoon, still life moving quickly as if it's a human race

And so it is, human racing each other getting faster & faster to reach the end of life

Why?  No reason, it's irrational, to attempt success doomed for failure in yo' face.

Laws and the limits of unstable waves in the cosmic soup will warn not prevent ends

Huff and puff to blow the whole house of cards down, undersea quantum code bends

Zeroes and ones, electrons, protons, neutrons, Time and Space in parallel universes

Electrons occupy the same place at the same time, identical twins of zeroes & ones.

Fission and fusion with quantum computers will protect the human species DNA

Most high place for logic, top species survival of the most fit, avoiding dying young

Living to reproduce the offspring of the digital zeroes and ones, extinction complex

Acid DNA can't be simulated, Origin's gift of a Big Bang analog Singularity codex.

Everything, everywhere all at once, quantum speed of light honor to be here some

Played the games, rules followed and once I secured the way to checkmate, it's On

Nothing to stop my checking the king, dead into mate, I take his queen to my home

Intelligence nothing but the avoidance of inevitable termination, all matter at One.

I'm a passenger, didn't know it until they thrust obligation to be responsible too

For the sake of humanity, divinity and universality, the Earth signifies God's you

Oh woman, oh god, man, you must have eyes wide open to see the beast's nature

Strong survive & weak expire earlier than RNA programmed, past is the future.

Little crumbs of what's left over like the remnants upon Martian surface, no H2O

Spacemen sent to and fro, some died with all they knew, some live to keep word, son

That there is no divine creator of Earth's mythological saga of origin & damnation

Minimum's the maximum, above's the same as below, motor's runnin' & I'm sailin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXIst MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{  Flew ot of my FACE while jammin' to @VietNamWarEraMusicRocks on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKtYy9NcuW8  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ME & MY BROTHERS IN SOUTH KOREA CIRCA 1974

@CoffinCorner Hangtown to Coloma, California #FromTheSeaToTheStratosphere #SupraSubStacked #CaseyKasemSPECIALhappyEnding #FLOsnips #BedBathAndBeyondNewsomeLosesome

flow IS THE WAY TO GO

A moment after I was punched in the nose, I lost a pint of blood or two

Seemed like a whole gallon, transfused before the operation, MF mook

From Texas or Mississippi, like a plague it got from Florida to Montana

Conditional digits flash zero to nine ad infinitum, Hangtown to Coloma.

Now is the time in Time, inside of the outer limits of a twilight zone soul

General and Particular for a subject and predicate, metaphysics of a hole

Nothing special about comprehending conclusions with truths as proofs

As above, it is exactly the same as below, regardless of your other spooks.

Think therefore you may be what you think you is, soda cracker you are too

No fooling your perfect perception, extra-zero of the plus and minus of “x”

Long number line from zero to infinity, multiple choices to swig more brew

Kegs & ponies emptied out after red solo cups all got burnt in a flambé stew.

Inside the labor force there’s a ghost remaining after the heroes all died out

After the battles on hallowed ground, their bones got a period & a full stop

Punks with greasy hair, combed back in a pretend barbershop group-pop

Road from the garden of Eden onto the road to Hades, God morphs doubt.

Jump off of the cliff to the water of the sea, down below the trails and beach

Deep breath & jump, eyes both wide open seeing the last sight within reach

Lights go out & it’s just like falling asleep on a blanket on the sidewalk, ever

And ever ad infinitum, above, so below, what will be, will be, that’s forever.

Prick up your ears so you can’t only hear Sound but also your blowin’ horn

This isn’t what is happening on Earth for all the dead & gone, all too human

Bright lights shining inside the closet of darkness, old ladies have no reason

Oh, your God didn’t create you? God is not dead since never was ever born.

Or will you know you’re dead once you die? No but I don’t know why, so

I’m doing my best at being the worst I’ve ever been, I have confidence ditto

Hard or softer rocks getting the rhythm & blues in order to reflect ghosts

They’re here & now, some time & then vanished, all night’s twitter posts.

I’ve no doubt about it, dumb luck takes care of the problems with destiny

Face it sooner or later, you’re in it to win it or you’ll die up high in the sky

Meaning nothing but the ways and the means to achieve nirvana is mine

Don’t own it, just using the thing itself, it’s holy oneness’ is so Pope fine.

Uncle Romeo married Aunt Juliette & were real life, daughters & sons

Of south Jersey near Philly was close enough to Brooklyn’s Bowery boys

Faces get pretty or they don’t, it depends on the DNA combo, Ma virgin

It’s what’s inside that counts, so they say, perfect form of flesh & bone.

Got bent just like my girlfriend who married me told me to, honey stealth

Broadened my horizon in twenty-four hours of unexpected introspection

I had to pivot from my original sin, biting into a forbidden fruit, apple sin

High up above the highest palm & redwood trees, bald eagles fly in health.

Between the origin of life and the final curtain, it’s a play on words to go

Pin cushion soft & ready for a stab and choke, the last one had a black belt

Retaliated & caused severe emotional & physical stress on the hero at hand

Fan means “fanatic” out of touch, out of time outs as above, so hot below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 20^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

“A slow dance with fate, shoes untied, tripping over the punctuation marks of memory—every stumble a stanza, every gasp a rhyme. Words unravel between the edge of a whisper and the thundercrack of hindsight, chasing the truth through shadowed corridors where echoes sign divorce papers with invisible ink. The hero limps forward, carrying scars like curious constellations, searching in the dark for a story worth the bruise, a meaning stitched inside the aftermath.” 

By Artie fishell the intel Agents one

#StayingALIVE @Travolta @CASH @Aldean @Tucker @Daniels @Chesney #WhenTheSunSinksDown

 

BLAKE’S BOOK OF JOB

DEAR JOHN, JOHN DEERE 

Courage inherited from the ancestors who survived the predators & vice

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, hook, line & sinker dice

You are going to go above or beyond the presence you enjoy here, now

You’ll be all gone before you know it, unexpectedly expire in a NY blow.

DNA grandfathered in from RNA intercourse between genomes of a Void

You’re deep within a gravitational collapse of atomic matter, a hemorrhoid

No discrimination when getting divinity sucked into Nothingness’ Star jag

You know, I know, we all know what the unknown is, heavenly father rag.

Ragtime rock the high-hat to beating Tom-Toms, full-stop mothers’ snares

Say it loud, you’re a full-stop mother and you’re proud, extramarital affairs

Not your fault, the spouse is an alien of ecstasy & misplaced the XY thrust

In and out, friction moves the skin & blood in the bone, a holy nut to bust.

There’s history now where there was none before the Big Bang, get woke

One trick ponies all in the herd of followers without a stallion stud or bloke

Animated souls follow the tails, they need the One to lead the narrow way

Orphans, mothers & fathers hunted, gathered, ate the Earth dirt, look away.

Shifty 3rd eyes in your head show your mind’s will to power & activism flat

Red pills & water keep your blood flowing, nerves firing on high, holy scat

Mohair grown only to be split by the sheer force of growing out of a scalp

Hits on the bull’s eye, every time I shot, couldn’t miss, I’m the center, pal!

Pessimism and optimism merge, it’s the Singularity of the Black Hole still

Nothing changes at all, it’s forever the absence of things, no atoms to fill

Yet we choke a plethora of word salads down the hatch, it’s regurgitated

Day after day, night after night, from first & after the last, mortals be dead.

You’re not going to agree with the conclusion contradicting your narrative

Hit you in your face, break your jaw, your teeth, your nose, dot both eyes

Yet there’s a doctor who will treat your pain & suffering, not the bad guys

In your mirror, in the water, from the polished glass, deliver, take & give.

Kicked your asses into the rabbit-ho where Alice found the Truth, as such

Something you said, I repeat ad infinitum, until I run clean out of dead air

Screaming at you qualifies for the return screaming at me, but wait, Ma

I apologize for volume being louder than required by you, sensitive human.

Down south or upon the west side of the city, we all get used to the grinder

Apples were the fruit of the loom & now they’re a slayer of android minder

Hits & near misses from teens to the silver-backed apes, programmed fool

Extinction will appear with no warning, love me you do and know I love you.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August XIXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out of my noggin while jammin’ to The Beach Boys #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/TpIEXasSxg0?si=Tt3tJsY-viTrQA3N }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?