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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Kiss? ... The Muse has spoken with the pen/sword! #Stop #Look #Listen @Elvis #ELVIS

IT WAS ALL IN-GRANDMA’S HAND, SHE TOLD ME SO 

What I said the long day I was born, I can’t recall the exact thought but ‘twas dark, man
Freedom cost for me is everything I got, I’m the gift from above, as it is way down below
.409 cubed, little deuce coupe, under the hood disguise by a 1962 body’s dual quad, I see
Hottie, top tin can fuel-injected all in my mind when my father said I’d wipe out in a ‘63.

Freedom & slavery are words referring to happiness or sadness, creepy, holy old souls
These guys are all dead & gone, they left marks upon cold terrain in a heap of hot coals
Bringing the load on your back will break it, so use the tools of the all too human mind
Let the beasts of burden carry the overloads until they shut down, then a BBQ unkind.

Hunger for the things to chew and swallow, fuel burned calories to animate your bones
If you don’t keep moving your 208 linked-up skull-to-toe chunks, they’ll require a moan
Neither more nor less is the case, all here today & we’ll be gone tomorrow, son, oh son
Freedom is liberation from linked chains you gravitated toward, accident-malfunction.

Fools merely evolved amusement of subatomic collisions in a Void, as above so below
Freaks collected into a pool of acid in a cytoplasmic trap, be strong to survive the flow
Freedom is all we ever needed, everything we’ve wanted was all angels left, this bliss
Foment a foaming at unleashed mouths, distill the moisture, transform a French kiss.

By the narrow way we move in and out of the trip upon your mother’s innards, a hotrod
As we know it or not, just a mortality experience of a forgotten flash of pure nonsense
Nothing more you can do about it other than know that existence precedes an essence
Whatever we are, the unknown that preceded our appearance is really the Void of God.

Linguistic predication of subjective objects, it is done, 20/20 visionary, third-eye blind
I am both in and out of the dream within the dream, your mind is nothing for me to find
I got mine, I hope you’ve got yours, one way or another, it’s a pearl prize, old man, see?
Blackish white, invisible to tiny ones blinded by starlight, ultraviolet-infrared ain’t free.

For the third and last time, I’m falling from some plateau above or below heaven’s gate
All there is left is my consciousness, 208 bones have atrophied to be an atrocity of fate
So tiny it’s invisible to the all too human eyeballs, so huge it’s unimaginable to all DNA
Starve & die of thirst is a way to go, other ways are a myriad of permutation, eggs of RA.

Mothers before fathers, rules and regulations enhance the survival of the fittest, y’all’s
Only females know the inseminator, the progeny are the downloads of paupers’ royals
Kings & princes, dead-lines from the most devious & strong, hysterical in-bred sapiens
Extinction announcement, cut the air & the water, all stupide become holy has-beens.

Beanstalk will grow from seed & fall back to a grave of Doom, anti-gravitational gravy
Imagine or perceive reality to be what eyesight, hearing, tasting, smelling & feeling do
Everything else is the trajectory of possible probabilities, a finite conclusion of infinity
What I am, who you are, what this is that’ll kill us in the end, this Life, crack of the sea!

For what it’s worth, the First Cause of me & you is unknown, invisible yet indivisible so
Do what you can to avoid having any children who’ll reproduce themselves, just blow
Up or down from top to the bottom of the cube’s six square sides of 90-degreed angles
Immense propensity for compression into the golden lead leftovers of the Big Bangles.

It’s something that appears on the stage now and then, you are that something, DNA’d
Premises assumed to be true lead to contingent conclusions which are literally untrue
Garbage into a disseminator leads to garbage coming from an inseminator, @unethical
If you know that you know, you may be mistaken because of the herd’s misleading call.

End of the world is your end, keep it in mind 24/7 to ease you into the Reality of a Void
You can’t get out of the operation now, it’s in motion, follow orders & become a droid
Free will & love have nothing to do with it other than the mind-control of a woke bloke
Nobody gets afterlife, nobody gets out of life alive, corpus dillecti for all, I Am Smoke.

Nevada to Carolina, windward to America from the Atlantic Sea, just oceanic fake glee
3/5th’s of the Earth’s matter is H2O gas of a liquid nature, naturally polluted with death
Living die, that’s Life, all it’s cracked up to be is a minute on Time-lines of Infinity’s tree
Rolled the die, marbles & mumbley-peg played for the whole shebang, I am my wraith.

by
r j j stephan, i

 c.  Lundi, May XXVII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Concocted while jammin’ to @WARtheBand #HITS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/41vMbny2bz8?si=pAzAllifdTCo7A8m  & @ZZTOP concert/LIVE 2024 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@ApplesForAdamsKids a uno, dos, tres . . .

WAR ALL OF IT; SOME OF IT; NONE OF IT!  COPY THAT!  #DEAD @Jerry Garcia

FRACTION TWIXT nil TO INFINITY

Phenomenology violates the ignorance of the unknown, appearing goofy dogs down under
UFO’s go above & below your own capacity to perceive black & blue wild oats over yonder
Nothing worse than mockery of what you know, wisdom gleaned, all too human nonsense
Will to know the Truth may cause you & others to be injured by the pain of disappointment.

Can’t allow the encroachment upon the human forms by a supra-presence of a holy dink
No god in the universe, no god on or off of Earth or any other planet, force of smoke, I’m all
Completely in the presence of the death of me, I didn’t desire or hope for it, startin’ to fall
Somebody told me to fold some Space-Time atoms into a separate reality, Mind in synch.

One point on the matrix cannot be seen by mankind from Earth nor from the moon beam
Falling into love or falling down on the floor, dropping dead as a door nail’s sortie stream
Matter and the energy being burned into power to animate inanimate rocks & stone dust
Robot on a late shift or the graveyard shift, digging holes in the yard for diamonds & rust.

Sickened unto birth and the death of the holy soul, all the body is a heartbeat, that is all
Strangle your necks and the murder she wrote about before it happened, throw the ball
Around the fields and gridirons, courts and alleys of fame and fortune, nothing matters
Every grave goes unvisited, yours, mine & your loved & hated ones, reality she scatters.

Mountains and deep holes in the burnt-out ash of Earth, the 3rd one from the all-star Ra
Apes devolve as we speak, humans & their progeny both genders mixed with grog & sin
Imperative to command your military to win the war & declare peace by the atom’s Zen
Harmony and humor, accidentally the freedom to have the two senses, all too human.

Blown your nose in your hanky, it’s the exhaust of your living breath, no need to store it
Clear light means too bright to miss, blind as a bat yet perfect ultrasound reception chit
On your honor, you may stay in my castle as long as you stay neat & clean, if not, be blue
Professional amateur human being, evolved from a living cell, just one and then two too.

High or low pressure inside of your hoses and tubes, capillaries, veins & arterial scream
Moving with the heartbeat from head-to-toe ad infinitum trajectory to the immortal Hole
Where you can’t go until Your Time, You will know when, you got Adam’s apple streaming
Monks and monkeys share the word, the letters & the keys, It Is God, It’s a queen’s King!

Beer, wine, whiskey, tequila & the cactus with the smoke, puns without the gist of humor
That’s the point of no return, allowing your awareness to go there, you’re still on the floor
Look up higher than the micrometer above the tile and you will elevate your space case
From the bottom of the barrel of monkeys to the hilt of the higher ground’s angel phase.

Spoke up the moment I got woke and felt the urge to move to the groove, immediately
No choice of freedom not to move, staying in one place is a target for a bull’s eye creed
What I believe is not knowledge or wisdom, it’s an organized deduction of assumptions
Trusting that you’re a kind human being and you only defend yourself from being freed.

Keepers and pretenders to the throne next to you all who protest that you can’t dine in
Port where you launch your rowboat onto the sea, getting ready for the dissolution skin
Of our fathers, mothers, sisters & brothers, all knew rhythm & rhyme of grateful deads
Starlit, photosynthetic zeroes & transformed energy into recyclable mob bullheads.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi 3-3-24 AD @ 1414 hours PST
{ Beware of Dead Dogs, back or front doors hunting invisible souls who cannot be alive in an all too human body, drafted this diamond while jammin’ to @TowerOfPower #HITS ON LINK @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Writ by: @PhilAbuster & @JackieDaniels @Eric_Church @acdcCON #Everclear #Everlast @ChrisStapleton @BillyJoel @GretchenWilson @BugsBunnyCompilation #JeffBridges #LeGrandeLebowski

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JACKED UP MORE , SO GET BACK JACK

In front, near the middle of the backside, there’s a passage that nobody has entered
Fear and loathing to become the savior of your soul but not mine, have a nice day
Income is the flow of the gold coming from the centerfold of the playboy masters
Thinking that I am alive and that I exist just because I’m thinking about this & that.

By the ways and means pushing the buttons and throwing the switches to engage chit
It moves the unmoved mover to be the First Cause of all effects up to a Singularity fit
It cooks in a crock pot, slowly heating the muscles of animals’ so hot, it’s metabolized
Gone before you & I know it, typically in a scattered mind, peace comes circumcised.

One Truth among the many versions of the purpose for the human species appearance
On a finite stage in the middle of what appears to be infinite Space, it’s all zero & a One
Manipulate the narrative to win or to lose the game played by ancestors long gone too
Never left the dust of the Earth, bones and mummies leftover from a campus bonfire.

Mixed martial arts qualify for the narrow way defense of the heart & soul of what it is
A thing itself, speaking of the substance of a leap year’s extra day, to keep the 365 ¼
Days it takes to revolve around the star before it collapses or expands, Earth’s Time
Without precise calculation, no accounting for the wobble & unequal elliptical path.

Heard of the Uncertainty Principle & analyzed the concept for the sake of my sanity
No more running in the opposite direction believing blindly that I’d garner some pity
For the luck I made for myself out of the gold mine nuggets of sugar gum drops of sin
Decadent of the alabaster and ivory gleaned from the sea’s river rocks that roll on in.

Now and then you gotta feel like this has all been done before, but it ain’t a deja vous
It’s just because the infinite repetition of the things doing their things is so out of sight
All of us too, every single one of us, you & me, everybody else, living & dead got us right
Prayed to gods, begged mother nature, hoped that the dead poets murdered the blues.

Righted on when y’all got left out in the cold with no coat, not even warm, woolly socks
Evened it all up before I played chess games with my head down on pebbles and rocks
I awoke so hungry & missing all but my naked bones entrenched in astigmatic #Tarpit
Confidence men, all too human morphs trippin’ around Earth in an eighty-day caput.

Despair is Essence of Being aware that a Void is all there is, loveless, at sea forever
Dry or wet, rocks don’t allow the water flow, H2O river tracks like Nitro-glycerin hair
Shooting messengers doesn’t make the message change, can’t say nothin’ nice, so
Don’t say anything at all, mean spirit wants ‘1’ narrative of Truth, Destiny’s low blow.

Before the concept is analyzed, begin with Love not Hate, no date-rape children high
As above, therefore it is the same below the atmosphere’s stratosphere, Adam’s sigh
Wasted or oblivious to the method in the madness, just takin’ the blows as they come
Up, down, in & out, before & after the consciousness becomes aware, deaf & dumb.

On a sliding scale of determination, 1 being absolute & 9 being random chaos’ honey
Which rate reflects your certainty, what birth & death means in the long run, so funny
If you’re blind, deaf & in the mode of Helen Keller, able to think & learn the three R’s
Reading, W®riting & Arithmetic, overnight sensation of higher powers, heroes in bars.

I’ve held the strings and I pulled them as needed to slide into home safely, bold lover
Nobody replaces the irreplaceable that can’t be held back by little sister or big brother
You will do what your will allows whether you know it’s omnipotent or you ignore Truth
Love spent on trigger-happy TDs & Homers, no rollin’, sky-high bad breaks, forsoothe.

Where Mary took the brain cells to lock up the triggers of judgement & rhetorical slack
Busted for baggies of plants and the smash into plastic packs of your death while alive
Consider the alternative of being conceived in a womb, lapse your reason, gods smack
Always deep in here, Space & Time locked on target & “You’re fired, you dumbfound!”

Not even high or drunk, not as high as the anthill underneath the roach farm below me
But I will be sooner or later when I’ve secured a safe place to knock myself out of here
Like a game needing a winner & a loser, it doesn’t need to last for eternity, just a while
On higher ground, underwater, thrown up in the air, common ground is a free will dial.

Words said & eaten to take back the falsehoods and misstated thoughts within souls
Asleep to keep the secret that you & I, everyone ever alive or to be alive, dream holes
Darker light, chain-reacting atomic glass, out of nowhere, nothing becomes One thing
Unconditional winning is everything, losing only happens to winners, bells ring, I sing.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, March 2nd 2024 @ 711 AMPST

{#Jacked-up while deep, down in a purple funk in a trunk of bunk while listenin’ to #SlowWhiskeyBlues link @ https://youtu.be/aJGNryWfOgI?si=pgqqngb9J9nNaGoQ}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BojackHorsemanBestQuips #BugsDaffy #GuffawsGalore #PinkPigs #RogerWaters

PORK INSIDE JOB, FREE BEES IN A TROJAN HORSE

SsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssEsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssX  

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Course correction on the plan, mutations exist to avoid extinction of the One that matters
Spark of the sunlight or its reflection in the black mirror everywhere in sight, gods or hers
Monkey-types aping the mimicking face and hands from infancy to elder, fading genomes
Into the cosmic dust without any memory of this happening at all, ever, I wrote the tomes.

Lost Angie is the word used by the illiterate, non-Anglo lucky rats from row boats & bust jets
For once in the life of the bad boys, they are on a mission to infiltrate the boss of the TV sets
‘merika, shout of an illiterate yet intense corpse waiting to happen coast to coast, sea to sea
Think, a healthy body being invaded by germs, bacterial & viral long defeated by you & me.

To annihilate the species if you’re an alien from another place in Space or Time, it’s precedent
Check the Cro-Magnon man & all you can hope for is no pain or suffering on a hardwood cross
You nailed it and pounded the iron deep through the skin & bone, bleeding out the red wound
Fort around you & the last of all species’ ashes, your skin & bones all gone, Cosmic Dust IS boss.

Pawns defending the castle, obedient to queens’ kings, bishops, knights & the rooks’ final ends
Keeping the fictional real, creating something from nothing as if it’s impossible to violate men’s
Superegos and drums being beaten by their eight fingers and two thumbs, feet metatarsals too
Cymbals symbolic of the gongs rung by bells’ bangs to remind you that this here is stuck in glue.

Random collision of matter caused the Love & Hate, attraction and deflection of two heartbeats
As One, you can’t hear the separate thumps, until the end, beats remain at the same rate feats
Marvel at what you see and hear, smell & taste it all, feel the power of sunshine in & out of Time
Good & bad ones count as better than the alternative, annihilation & obliteration on a thin Dime.

You don’t know like I know, I’m guessing you think I’m probably right about that, you got that right
As the old @Skynyrd reminded me when I was at the Jug, cuttin’ the rug with the Tequilla bar fight
It was over after colored glass bottles & mirrors got destroyed, impaired how I imbibe, death afoot
Far from here over there, past times rung bells in hope of avoiding death, got stabbed, shot, caput.

Fair enough that we don’t know the final gasp of your breath before rigor mortis sets in, bon Iran
If you knew you’d die right then, it’d kill you to see The End before it’s Time, be One all day today
Let Nothing at all sway your attention from the fact of life, you’re gonna die 'fore you know it, I say
You know I’m right, knew it at sixteen & you’ll live to be grandfather of Space, a BoJack Horseman!

Mother and father, the parents of the sons and daughters of the maladjusted gender neutral
Extinction is on the way this way, it’s a one-way street to the end of Time, blown nose in hell
I have an answer for the problem, whichever one is presented, sever the fat head, it will stop
Apes die & corpse stank is not beauty on the beast, it’s what needs to be buried 6 feet deep.

Lights out for you & I eventually, enjoy this ride man and woman, whether I know you or not
It’s the Way, stay right up the middle path & never look back to second guess yourself, no shot
Can enter your skin and bone, superman without kryptonite is my fitness to survive a dream
A solipsism of gargantuan proportions, spouting off overlords’ commands, DNA’s whip cream.

Fins, hands, feet, wings all being the invention of an unmoved mover who left us home, all alone
Nothing’s personal, didn’t know that divine trash would somehow become the rage of the stone
Spinning, wobbling around an infinite revolution, bad guys' long hair ruin the dirty has-been
Boys & girls used logic & reason, Zombie to Nazi, system failure caused 2024 A.D. extinction.

Pitch the ball, hike the ball or just do something with the ball, it needs a homer or touchdown
It’s holy & invisible, can’t die because it’s not alive, never was alive, it is immortal, indivisible
We’re not responsible for this star’s burnin’ up & warmin’ up hydrogen & oxygen out of sight
Periods, eras, millennia of counter-revolutions of Earth’s mass fling a past & a future into a byte.

Awareness that consciousness is a temporary state of being is a phenomenal Truth worth Gold
No need for digits hiding the value you’ve compiled but the gold backup is unavailable as sold
All invested in the stockyards and money markets, I’ve got people for the tasks to be well done
Excellence is my aim from all first steps out of bed every morning, mortal sin's love, son oh son.

Trip isn’t only the whole shebang you’ve experienced in your personal life is mostly forgotten
You & I can recollect something but not everything that happened every day we’ve been alive
On the replay of the unrepeatable, it’s matter and form without substance, shills are begotten
Anger won’t assist in the engagement lest you’ve lost control, confidence wanes, slackers Jive.

First and foremost, at the top of the heap, immortals revered without any proof of divine life
Evolution of DNA spontaneously combusted by solar radiation, seeded phantasmagorical wife
Goddess Earth, place of the Virgin in the cosmic soup from One, fine point of view’s deep end
As you are, we all are, as above, so below, preconceived One & all, on an acid trip’s bitter end.

Repeat ad infinitum, nothing’s free, meaning everything has a variable price, supplies & demand
Serious about being happy that I’m breathing air, functioning without an existential rubber band
Wealth beyond gold, beyond war, not in your skin & bones your kin had named your prune face
On Broadway or in Studio City, the action is the function in petticoat junction, leather and lace.

High 2024 just in the door, a random score of years since zero, “0” not present in the AD’s BC’s
Invisible signs unseen by blinded eyes that can’t see infrared or UV shape the nature of realities
Your own, mine & everyone else’s reality are sacrosanct sacraments singular to ‘only’ your soul
Heart beating until it ceases, the hammer comes down, like it or not, fall down in a black hole!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 2-20=2024 Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST