#DryAsABone #WaitinToWadeInTheRainWater #HereComesGodsWORD #WADE in #IT #H2OGod #KebMo #EvaCassidy @PabloPicasso

WADING IN H2O, AWAITING DIHYDROOXY BAPTISM

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Nothing itself moves me at the gates of hell too, yet there’s no other place above or below

Kill a switch is a bit different than the switch mama axed me to pick from the squash patch

Discipline baptized and confirmed in my communion & confession, to be Catholic, attaboy

From K.C. to Providence and back down & over to Houston & San Diego’s ocean gods, ahoy!

Hollywood could have slipped you a Mickey and you didn’t have any idea, you cancelled life

Died and left your place in Space, where gravity & centrifugal forces merged in a holy orbit

Elliptical wonder, no traffic in the way or in the wake, found in broken xy water of yo’ mama

Perfect punk you evolved from that zygote, innocent & aware of Presence, future’s pastime.

Full Monty or just a quick trip to Big Sur & Monterey’s peninsula jutting out from Mendocino

It ain’t there man, it’s San Ysidro or up north of Weed, I forgot the CIA & FBI harmed my soul

Silenced by the gold, called the Silence itself golden, as if White Noise is Nothing, I am free

Israelites or Pleiadeans who came & went above & below It, a meteor of prophetic folklore.

Soulful spirit ghost without matter, an invisible, imaginary vision of smoke and mirror hype

Now you know you forgot or just purged from your recollection for survival, pipe dream type

Kidding you like being in the confessional with an imaginary Jesus in the dark, I’m sorry man

You spent a lot of Jack on edumacating, that parochial papacy, served mass, all too human.

Burnt up tryin’ to enter this atmosphere, you’re here, gates of hell we remain ‘til dyin’ days

Enjoy the ride, rocket ship or snail pace, escape the 208 bones & that’ll be all of it’s phase

Apes apparently naked, exposed the wrap of the organic matter, skull and bones of ladies

Born through a womb of troubled ova invaded by a chilled out galactic system, yo’ mama.

Peeled back the onion skin and the exposure of the middle gets the last laugh, hear gods

Hosting everything between the TNT and the Supernova, implosion comin’ Black Hole Ids

Ego merge with the fire, you know that’s hot like the girls you thought wanted some head

False alarm ad infinitum, wade in the H2O, you can’t swim, you’ll breath in H2O, Be dead.

Scream silently & you’ll see you’re underwater, nobody gives a hoot that you’re even alive

Bubble escaping with the last of the holy air that’s only above but not below the sea level

No fish out alive in the air, no animals but porpoises, dolphins & whales be jellyfish amigos

Snakes and eels, sure there’s the amphibious & intergalactic traveling DNA funk, I suppose.

Hard or soft are the poprocks turned into lava & meteor platinum like there’s no tomorrow

Man, there ain’t any a tomorrow the day after you die, woman, man & every little thing, now

Be done, be prepared, as if you’re the scout you’ve been trained to be, at one as a machine

Corner of each block’s edge, 4 bases intersected, dead ended by two jiggers of moon shine.

Waded in the mudhole’s water, t’was thick up to my shins, only 4 feet deep, baby shot a gun

Baptized by the host of planetary life, a hawk turned up the heat in eagle’s nest of flim flam

Bizarre is merely the unfamiliar to the naïve and innocent, faultless with no harm done, son

Even if there was a modicum of harm done, nobody GAF because nothing matters, damn!

Imagine that you were just fine last evening & then out of nowhere, your hurricane comes

In & out of town in a New York Minute, like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ witch broom bombs

In the rear-view mirror or on the horizon, it’s Space’s Earth, spinnin’ yarn out of prison Time

Horrible or wonderful, it’s One’s alternative at this point of being at the scene of the crime.

Part of the whole in a fraction of the computation, juxtaposed upon peanut butter biscotti

Form of the shaped thing isn’t crucial to value, alpha-computer chip will part the Red Sea

Prima face in the right place at the right time to absorb & incorporate one Optimus prime

Fond of living and freedom from indentured servitude, which is an IOU, pitstop on a dime.

Funk on Broadway or depression down & out on Main Street, hobo like your inner voice

A disembodied consciousness’ disruption discussion regarding the nature of free choice

Either you believe you have it or you don’t and there’s no middle road between extremes

One way or another, bullseye is dialed in for a no-miss hit with eyes wide open to memes.

I paid but you may not have so I took credit for paying your tab, so you’d save face I guess

Pride and random luck of the draw yields a bet, a raise, a call & what you see what you got

Ace high flush, beats your three ladies and pair of cowboys kickin’ I the stall, joker might

Putting the liquid with the dense matter, masticated inorganic anti-matter in injected TNT.

Transformation of substance’s essence happens the moment you eat the whole shebang

Hosted enculturation of the petri-dish full of random pools of ectoplasm in uteri’s play skit

Trembling from fingers onto toes, never more nervous than the first time you find the coitus

Necessary condition to lure each & every one of the x’s & y’s to merge the mix in DNA pus.

Fickle finks from Philadelphia without a first clue to reason why they sleep & dream, a jig

Jumpin’ up and down, all around the mulberry bushes and wherever there is no more, dig

Lures casted upstream for the trip along the bottom of the slag from the mountaintop H2O

Melted snow from the oceans and rivers of a million years, more or less, it’s a put-on flow.

Done it all because it had to be done, a gravitational collapse is immanent & in the mix up

When the black hole pulls the far out rocks back to the origin, the ‘x’ Singularity’s tea cup

Eggs mitotically dividing without conception of genome, all sex & candy, immaculate son

Like Jesus & the saints who nearly became angels before they fell into Hell with the demon.

No imagination, it’s all reality which has nothing imagined, the real is not imagined, but wait

If impossible to imagine something, how can a fantasy of a phantasm be deemed, The Deal

The unreal remains after bodies die of disease or worn-out old age of the machine’s organs

Souls making one no bigger than either one, asses parked in Space that’s momentarily real.

The olden days that nobody recorded because they were illiterate with no in cursive or print

Hence, lost wisdom and knowledge left in fragments transferred to leaf of the trees, Mint

Gold value to diamonds self-worth, partner on my finger to remind me I’m betrothed to Her

My lady, po’ kid her father raised to find me, here & now, to fulfill the destiny of a twin tower.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER IV^th, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BrooksAndDunn jammin’ #Maria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY?si=I9BhnLJf6ImdGpcb }

#ExitStageRight #FinaleWithoutEncores @TheWho #Genius nope @StevieRayVaughan #SkiesCry

ON BROADWAY, IT’S IN FOCUS

Like a real thin thing which is included in the empty set are all the zeros and ones

A rhythmic octave of notes of imaginary scales from A to G on Time & Space clones

Pine and Evergreen makin’ the oxygen from the lack of carbon dioxide ad infinitum

If we’re lucky, which we’ve been since born & raised free without slavery’s scrum.

Perennial actions, origin to annihilation of every atom of matter, a matter of Time

No space is free from implosion into the singularity, above is as below is, all mine

Gold and the lead it’s transformed from through fire and brimstone, shoot & miss it

Shots and passes, points to win and some to lose, in every case, it’s all bull’s scat.

Makin’ money lettin’ people watch you throw a ball in a hole, ten feet high, above net

Where every single shot of one, two or three points make the loser pay the other debt

Number one draft choice to make up for your missing passes and shots, never all hot

As you thought you’d be in the middle of your line, from the tip to the buzzer’s slot.

In touch, out of the touches from fingers and toes, ends of arms and legs on a plate

Lump of flesh & bone with a free will that becomes a follower who’s willing to be bait

For fish in the sea that are so hungry to believe the blind that they fall naïve prey lost

Minutes, decades to a century, if you’ve got the gumption or the intestinal, shat frost.

Not dancing to the whacked-out beats, let me check what’s in the jukebox for now

Cracked skulls and incurable diseases of the body & mind, psycho look out below

We won’t get better without medication & radiation; you can be sons of a Bi#ches

It ain’t your fault you were conceived in sin, maternal eggs all married to Butches.

Fish swimmin’ with the illegal migrants across the Rio Grande and the pretend sea blue

In a manner of double speaking, hillbilly apologies come & go in a New York minute too

Like it or not, it’s all but out of our hands, you’ve got the thing itself as the gas in the brew

Once the flick of the switch has been toggled to ON, the OFF makes it into cosmic stew.

I’ll keep it up even when the rain is pouring out of the grey-black sky, white cumulus cloud

Only one huge bulk of H2O in vapor formation, lined up to fall with gravity’s pull of the load

Wetting the dry ground and soaking the wind within the mud, the blood & spilled beer kegs

No recollection of red Comanche blood in my great grandmothers or embedded sexy legs.

Out hunting, out fishing, out being a lazy head of teepee without welfare’s food stamps

Just enough for that fruit of the vine that never allows anyone to ever be clean and sober

Reason of the deductions is to assist in the adaption to the changing nooks & crannies

Appearing out of nowhere or created by the unseen, unknown out of the Void’s sun lamps.

Literally have created a purple Maserati out of nothing more than rock metal tics & tacks

Bonding with the separate but equally merged within the occult unknown, whitey blacks

On the flip B-side, it’s the same holy #HIT played on the Marconi’s Top 40 morphing #1’s

Prepared to be ready to move out or fall on a sword for the hero who really loved the puns.

Thirty to sixty minutes lead to the end of the livers livelihoods all removed and deleted too

No kidding around, you’re a joke or you’re too ignorant to have survived the herd’s blues

Walkin’ slow down the avenue of my old neighborhood, don’t know why I feel this good, so

My karma has been paid back in full, I'm done paying for my original sin & yours too fool.

Perfection has devolved into the asteroid belt and nothing can stop the orbital interjection

Diamonds spread out all over Mercury because the mighty star has compacted God's skin

Microscopic Time & Space look deep into gods blinded by the UV & infrared light's souls

On the slide, under the microscope the invisible sees right through the opaque, void holes.

Desire and need to be happy are the carrots hangin' out ahead of the jackass's donkey ears

Hair shaved to the skin line toe to crown, the corpse decomposing has eliminating all fears

Easy to animate the dead and gone, in a play on a stage, words & actions' energy matters

You loved life, loved to be happy but sadness couldn't get aborted over southern borders.

Beyond good, evil & the formulated calculations proving that the unprovable has no proof

Leftovers of subjects and the naked, superlative predicates keep it real, Time out for a goof

It's too late to order a pizza, made one in 25 minutes, ate the whole pie in about twenty five

Weaponized day dream came true, conflagration of WW 3 annihilated the fission/fusion jive.

Semper Fidelis whether it's the right thing to do or not, there's no choice in the matter a all

It's already set in stone, writing in tongues or whichever gibberish the minions agree to call

Upon the wicked magic spells that could make you happy or very sad, it depends on the imp

Glory be to the father and the son of the father as well as the actual ghost, on the block pimp.

At the beep or the vibration on Mach 3, the X-15 went through the black hole door, a breach

Network annihilated to show that everything on Earth is vulnerable to gravity & a free speech

You need it, we all do and nobody who wants to remain healthy and alive will ever go rogue

Dissolution's solution, way gone, far out rogue, a money maker ink on a slab at a morgue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, IX-XXVII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ Co-created from cosmic dust while freefalling, jammin' to @TomPetty #HITS on youTube link @

https://youtu.be/-H-9ZACQSc8?si=AbiTE_rlVkm5TyBa }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Truth Say Not One Word #OnenessIsThrillingClimaxToEarthLIFE #CATS here before the cavemen!

ROW C.I.A. BOATS, T.N.T. PAGERS & SCAT-SHIPS

Filling station where you charge your batteries under the bridge of highs & lows

Money ain’t in the bank yet, gotta wait for the transfer of funds via my eyebrows

Rope in Texas hangin’ nooses from high trees at high noon & then whiskey shots

Time for us to settle down the kids, they’re full of energy from eating with no rest.

Don’t need the stationary place for my bones unless it’s safe to close my eyes

You never know when the bastards come stalkin’ to stab you or slice you up too

Maybe use you for the stew they make for the minions who dance around the park

Around the bonfire so hot and bright, you forget about the evil lurking in the dark.

Brought the impossible argument to it’s final conclusion, no coming right back

Letters all you’ll ever get for years and you never right back, a game I ain’t playin’

Shelter in the storm, I found my own lean-to and it’s better than being behind home

Alley dark below this Earth, lasts longer being nothing but empty Void, God’s a bum.

Taught me how to sound like everybody else who understands getting beyond all of it

As if you could have the entire time, years since the infraction of the Dogecoin chit fit

Ethereum is personal, unconscious & reactive as all other cause & effect that happens

The difference between the two is that The Truth kills The Lie, look out below, God sins.

There’s no need to spar about who is right or wrong, humanity figured out light’s speed

Following your mother into the black hole where she went down that divine rabbit hole

Where the spasms roll through the nervous system, causing the inebriation of the fool

Ready to expire the bones, it’s temporary extinction for the soul’s inner spiritual tool.

Superman & wonder woman mated to create a Dyson Sphere, Nothing like a Tabby star

Power up your energy output on each star in the Milky Way, terraform the world’s K-car

I found the middle of the Dyson Sphere, we travel like the Jetsons with super sprockets

Manipulating the very fabric of the matter & shapes of things all in temporary subsets.

Physics and astronomical reality aside, asleep in a dream now and then, happy too

Unhappiness achievement independent of the Class 3 forces, pure energy = voodoo

The cyborg revolution is accelerating upto light speed, no need to burp heaven scents

It’s comin’ chief, like it or not, you’ve got no choice, taught by native master sergeants.

Come see and you’ll invent the rest that’s missing from the present, the past recalled

If history of you yourself is all you can recall, well that’s enough to fight ‘til a bitter end

Keep mindful, a motto, Survival of Fittest, #Woke read incursive writing, enclave’s Void

Dark inside but fire enlightens the unknown, sheds light on fake facts of life destroyed.

You got your head on a swivel, command & control of ancient civilization, a Future too

Prick your head up out of the sand, your feet & everyone else’s hooves are deep in mud

Nobody’s legs can animate all things, the forms of animated Earth mud, it’s a live crew

Ghosts in the machines, call them your relatives & friends & strangers in the wild blue.

Yonder you’ll be & in retrospect you’ll never recall with brain & mind embedded in DNA

Deep and dark Outerspace, far away from our starlight Sun, the father of straight & gay

Extinction is the effect of failure to propagate the DNA matter between sex and candy

For what it’s worth, last blink, you’re blind, no gasp of breath, BAM, Nothing, y’all Free.

No judgement day, promised land or hell fire, The Way to control the herd’s shepherds

Ten commands, theorems & corollaries to guide & control the Way, virus of free birds

Nested higher than kites can fly, when the wind dies, the flight reduces the big smoke

Your mama knows she is the blame, now you know, it is all about, “Your Mama, man!”

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, 9-19-MMXXIV Anno Domini @911 AMPST

{ Crafted while listenin’ to @PitBull, @TraceAdkins  & @LukeBryan #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/qBbTUw6dIpA?si=evjfo3g8A3iq_QRX }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

C.I.A.  72 VIRGINS TOO SOON?