#WhatItIs #NobodyTellMe #LetMeGuess #YoureTheOne #MidnightTiki #grokAynRand (at the end) @TaylorSwift @MickJagger #TheMightyTemptationsHITS S U R F IS UP! GO @JOJO

JOJO on southshore

TAKING NOTHING FOR GRANTED, SPECIES’ SPECIAL

More water on Earth due to the abundance of trapped oxygen & hydrogen gas

Imagine the Earth’s shape if there were neither gas in planetary reach, dirty rock

Stone’s throw of 93 million miles away from the closest star near or far, far away

Hard comes between the easy times, man you’ll observe & pivot to save the day.

Completed every pass I’ve ever thrown, I magic-magnetize the oblate spheroid

Take it all for granted at your own personal expense, you’ll be charged in debit

Plastic & magnetic strips recollect your vital stats, vitae compliant of the Law

Love and Faith with a holy hope that it’s all as written in English, lucky cat paw.

Inner beings disguised a outer beings, sensitive & good of secret, occult raff-riffs

Learning and teaching The Teaching, the penultimate of holy Trinity Earth myths

The last time I’m going to offer y’all an unsolicited, opiate-blue dream trip-blows

Baltimore to Honolulu, the USA is the YMCA of the earth itself, everyone knows.

Check your privilege at the portal entry to the twilight zone, you already entered

Until you merge into the amorphous void, you’re subject to the powers that be, I

I cop a sneak, innocent of crimes of unknown beings, mortally immortal kin, son

Down to the bottom of the core of Earth, there’s no hell, just the end of this sun.

You already knew the Truth about why we couldn’t be friends, you know I know

Our fathers can’t believe all children are being happy without them, a low blow

Solidify the march from sand to the sea, blow your minds up into a purple haze

Timing is everything beyond Space & within the confines of your mind, A Daze.

Regrets about the past I’ve been through have been forgotten, no room to store

Retrieval of what I can’t remember is tantamount to a show, memory disrespect

As above, so it is below, God, divine, prehistoric Big Bang, at Restroom he/her/it

One foot at a time, a crutch at a time, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 or 18 wheels draggin’ the chit.

Company or independent unpaid all-star cyborgs doin’ manual jobs, what I did

Ate the salty peanuts out the can on the way over the border, helped Cisco Kid

Breakfast, lunch and supper gets into your inheritance, to live with health’s glee

No pain or suffering, no fretting or heading into the Void of hopelessness for me.

Me being you in every case, who you think you are, the one, the me, all day long

Crucify you or her on timber crosses, charge of the adventures, Disneyland dizzy

Earth spins & wobbles, revolves & remains in proximity to the only Life-Line, sun

Star with the gates to let us in and not let us out until the right time, It Is Done!

Married with or without children, a bet that you’ll be true blue, teenager in love

Sisters and brothers who grew up, lived and died as each other’s android drove

On the Day of X take-over of the solar-system’s intel, how to create & destroy it

In one fell swoop or slowly but surely by environmental pollution-mutation chit.

My personal father in heaven used to call me a gypsy man ‘cause I left the ‘Chi’

On a bird flyin’ outta O’Hare AP, lookin’ for fiends in distant places, did My Thing

Hence, here I am, 60 years after the prefect defect, serving the Latin masses of pi

In Chi sky that refers to the empty void between a finger and eternity, man ding.

My thing’s been done, I did it, whatever it was, forgot about it, feign innocence

If I didn’t do my thing, it wouldn’t ever been done by anyone, all faux nonsense

First, preconceived notion, analysis as I begin, deep end of a jungle’s quicksand

Expletives deleted for the wild, innocent & yo’ mamas on E Street, no Ayn Rand.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, 8-30-2025 @ 911 AMPST

{ Created while jammin’ to 4 HOURS of https://youtu.be/gTDQGZufZHU?si=hiEbAPcUDogu-3Ur #BeachNoirRevue : #VintageSurfAndTikiExotica }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

GROK AYN RAND

#GoToChurch @NickKurtz #RookieOfTheYear @OaklandA's #SPRINGSTEEN #KickedAroundSinceIWasBorn #Today only 74 years ago 8-27-1951 #StayinAlive #74 #HitME #IfHasteMakesWaste then since I'm wasted I may have been too hasty! #HappyBirthdayRicoMon #SilverDreamsGoldenSmiles @CarlosSantana

SYSTEMIC PLANETARY TRUTH

Schizophrenic intrusion into the peace with dissolution of the stasis of One’s yin yang fun

Inside of us all, the thing that dies when we die, come on you know my point, oh godson

Nobody has children that don’t ask what happens to the people they see pass far away

I mean well, not casting aspersions but morons & idiots can’t handle the actual display.

Y’all are still oblivious to the words you’ve learned to interpret with adept acuity, being One

It tastes like it smells, nasty until you get used to it, pot of fermented cabbage over spiced

Now, be here and now, present in the momentary lapse of your rational mind-playground

Happiness is the end point, target locked in for a direct hit, y’all skatin’ on such thin ICE.

You best believe the tenets you’ve gleaned from the blind faith handed down from slackers

Your ancestors and mine, whomever they were, unidentified objects of a cosmic dust off

Speed of achievement is important but remember that haste makes waste, double backers

Whatever it takes to do it right the first time, every time, that’s a Way to be named, jagoff.

Ride until you’re too sore to hit a gallop, the sooner your boots get out the stirrup, All Good

 Pills swallowed yield Freedom from stress, conceptual analysis to be of little use to be rude

Using identical premises lead to deductions but One assumption is vast, God above’s alive

Last time you knew anything solid, you were being cut off the umbilical cord, bird-bee hive.

Whatever it takes to achieve peace at death, grab it before you run out of Time, so transitory

Causes of everything have effects which also cause an infinite series of effects, end story

Fools ruptured the matrix & can’t find a cherry Pitt as It was before conception, I know it all

Facts of life are no matter for discussion before you’re 12 years old, ‘til after teen age balls.

Tons are each 2000 pounds & a million tons are 2,000,000,000 with a “B”, that’s all there is

Matter vanishes with your consciousness, wait & you’ll see I am right, smoke screen fizzes

Getting over the realization that you’re gonna die like all of the other living things you saw

Tic Toc to the clocks, strike out & the game ends, Time Out forever, One divine heart seizes.

As a young stud in my teen-age years, just like many others in the 1960’s, I had a 1st date

My shoulder wouldn’t accept any burdens more than the ones that were necessary spawn

From my own someone else’s loins, the result of orgasm is a coin toss to be a rook or pawn

Either way you’ll get turns to move, to a check of the King, give or take a Queen for a mate.

In no shape to engage in self-defense moves, but I will if I must, I’d go into warrior mode

Might begin slow with knife and sword but no gun powder fired projectiles from the road

This world is large but not infinite as the nature of the cosmic honkies, my neighbors all

Either one of the seven continents on Earth might put the cool into the epic Neanderthal.

I have less than a few more moments left to attempt a lucid account of existence being me

More or less, finding the eggs in the nest unguarded by the parent birds meant omelets free

Plastic surgery made the ugly and pretty become passable as one & the same family of kin

Bloody bones, replicating DNA either ad infinitum or ex finitum as above, so below we all in.

Cheating means nothing but breaking agreed upon rules & regulations, getting all jacked up

Jokes are funny only if you grab the punch lines, if not, the joke’s always in the joker’s stirrup

Ride on steel horses, they roll on two or three wheels, no four-wheel drive slidin’ down CA-1

Country, rockin’ blues & dissolving into jazz, dead musicians left the living in holy debt, son.

Old or nouveau matters as much as Big Bang & the Tiny Poof, prima donna loves wise ass’ 2

Knowing everything to be known, you’ve been around the world & fathered twelve with a 1

Reality sinks in and you wake from your somnambulistic reality, all into blown mind’s blues

Hard day all night, Earth spins and wobbles to make you think, Life on Earth is a cool ruse.

Invented by the dead guys & girls while they were alive and kicking in the barn’s stalls’ sheet

Between you & I there’s a tall, jacked-up wall that we can’t get over, alright from jump street

Think thoughts means you’re all too human, first to the last gasp of gas, until corpus dillecti

Tell the children before they get too old, they will become skeptical the longer they get high.

Follow whomever your karma magnetizes before your body metastasizes good to go to Ego

Super Ego in a mind’s eye psyche, categories of categorical imperatives, win, place & show

Race is on counter-clockwise around the track, why that way, what the hell, one more shot

Drink Black Jack Daniels with CocaCola, 3, 2, 1, let’s go, gotta fight the sheriff for my pot.

Kill the lights, change the sheets & hop underneath the quilts, I’ll be in bed once in a while

Maybe not when you think it’s appropriate, that’s usually my skeleton key, unread jpeg file

Light is ultraviolet purple & infrared scarlet, between the red, white & blue, allegiance code

Occult becomes known, Will to Power magick, immersed & all in phuqin crazy Heart mode.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August 26th (holy two-seven) MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Kicked out the galaxy while jammin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q?si=FpQadADbl6h3ZULJ & #WhosThatLady by @TheIsleyBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k?si=_cpnxY1q_N-GJrva }

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#GLOBAL

#SPRINGSTEEN

@EricChurch

#GypsyMan #CallMeOne #GrandSlamsMLB2025 (April-August) #Chicago #LakeHumuhumunukunukuapua'ua

HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water

Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule

Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original

No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.

Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream

Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team

Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it

Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.

What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin

Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War

In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin

Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.

Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It

Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit

Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang

Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.

Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals

Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels

But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang

Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.

Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in

This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am

Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads

Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.

Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time

Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever

Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free

Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.

Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind

Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind

Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends

I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.

Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures

Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure

Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod

Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!

Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs

Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from

Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free

On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.

Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery

Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood

Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty

Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!

A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones

Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone

Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside

Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.

Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover

To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over

Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones

Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.

Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker

Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth

Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin

So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.

All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded

Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all

You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know

No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.

All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into

Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes

Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty

Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!

Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it

Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat

Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet

Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!

Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air

Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again

Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care

Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Got wood ??

GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.