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CAROL & I ARE GOING TO MONTEREY AD INFINITUM

I broke my halo out at the shore, near Monterey’s Big Sur, Jesus Christ is all gone 
All answers were posited by the guessers who knew nothing, and then they died 
So, we all get the same old chances; if they get any chance at all, it’s up to a one 
On the feet & healthy, strong legs that take the weight, there’s a maximum load. 

I won’t know anything the day I die, & to save some time, already don’t know it 
Flow hot to keep it cool, it’ll seize if you cause friction to be present in your ID 
Gods know nothing more nor less than the minions do, confused, false superego 
Bar fights are over before they start, where I hunt for things that come to blow.

Beginning at the end and leaving the middle to stay at rest in the vacuum, on air 
Where you say what you think & we all agree or disagree with the evil, live stare 
Halls and markets are empty, everything’s broken beyond repair, you know it all 
What becomes of our natural longing for longevity, existence is a chimera ghost.

Victims and the hunters need and want one another, boredom’s ennui last stand 
In front of the fear & behind the malfunction, it’s all that you are, one free Will 
Be an accident of lust of man & woman, it’s the same as a planned day 1 family 
It’s still a murder of crows whether you like it or not; it’s not my call, what’ll be. 

It will be foretelling the story as if it is a means to the Way, Truth about a Pitch 
Never repeat the operation twice, or it’ll go on a roll & it’ll never stop the itch 
Homeless encampments have rats and trash from the many minions of ape ilk 
Education of the young orphans and mistreated children on 5150 parents’ milk.

It may not get better than this, but for certain, it could be worse; it’s been said 
Only you and I know the meaning of life, get hungry, work to eat, or you’re dead 
Not to cast aspersions and blame on the innocent & wild-eyed boys led by nuns 
Fear & loathing of all the above leaves Nothing out, over & done without reruns. 

Heard the herd approaching from the rumble of the ground, vibration warning 
Out of the way of the stampede is not only a good idea, but it’s about surviving 
Even if you hate your place in Space, you still don’t want to stop breathing, et al 
If you go too soon, you’ll return ad infinitum, just do the thing you do, play Ball!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Lundi, May 11th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST

{ Broke this out of the twilight zone while jammin’ to @ACDC’s #SoulStripper on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CgPgNzQYQQ4?si=xAhobZMRMtoiBTj3 }

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#ICantGoForThatEither #JustSayItIsntSO #DownSouthJukin #TimeOut #ONEonONE #IWouldntIfIWereYouAll

KNOW IT ALL NOW, WISDOM BYTES OF LIES MEMORIZED 

Skippin’ rope to keep the brain’s mind & body in synchronicity’s grasp, nevermore to let it all go 
Out of the world we know as Mother Earth & reality of living in the present of History’s progress 
From Past to fleeting Present and onto the nonsense of the Future, in the end, absolute void of It 
What it is, wavelength-to-frequency, high-low, all invisible, & y’all adapted to the malfunction skit.

Destiny in the comeback of the supernova and collapse into oblivion’s Singularity, the apex of finality 
Not God left over to be the almighty power over cause and effect, gas, chemical or dense cadaver 
Ask your mama for advice if you can’t handle the Truth, you mama has a bead on the target, I see 
No games played anymore since the last time I lost, I hate losing, I won’t lose ever again, I am free.

Pins & needles stickin’ into a cupie doll with no wavelength except in a wild imagination of dead cross’ 
Thoughts you can’t see, so you say them out loud or write them on the wall, nothing can save me now 
Nobody I ever knew and nobody I’ve ever read philosophies of in the new age’s ancient day, cold snow 
Music to my ears, noise to classical, obedient children of ignorant immigrants thrust into uber-chaos.

Hard time, Mississippi, or old school immigrants from 7 continents settling on a muddy river’s force 
No pity from the city ever leaks into the empty, holy pockets near the preacher’s sons & daughters 
Prey in the church, praying to avoid becoming prey of the evil backward live or other unholy demon 
Punks, some stupid, some smart, all mere pricks in the pin-cushion of the dream-weaver, it’s you, son!

You ain’t too hip now, you don’t listen & understand the gist of the meaning, hence you all get off it 
The subject gets polluted by misinterpretations, and you, my friend, you’ll die in ignorance’s hell bliss 
If and only if you take no classes in logic and reason during K-12 and university infusion, playin’ s#it 
Getting down in the gangways and backwoods where y’all grow the him grown hip-hop, don’t miss.

Listen carefully to the drips and drabs from the misbehavin’ fools who know better, they’re all free 
Poor innocent and naïve child goes to K-12 & degrees PhD in Physics, no Einstein, just a regular guy 
Think your mama called you “cowboy” for nothin’ and you forget about Roy Rogers & ol’ Gene Autrey 
It ain’t my fault that was all that was on the black & white until pops hit the fam with full color NBC.

Stay with me until the end, even if it hurts doin’ shotgun on the flashback acid trip out the core 
Where all the intent moves inside your own mind, the will to power steps up to settle the score 
It’s always zero to zero in the end, it’s all evened up; we’d even out where the one turns to zero 
No joke in the filament and it’s a crack up from center to perimeter, parallel lines of scat blow. 

I know I know nothing about anything for certain, Truth is relative & always a product of abs 
I’m referring to Time itself before you read these words, before birth, before all mankind’s brutes 
My dad used to tell me that I was a wisecracking wiseass punk; he was different from his #1 son 
A creature of the K-12 1950-1969, I had to escape by joinin’ the War in VN, no glory, no bloody fun. 

All I know now is all I’ve known since the day I was conceived in my mother’s womb, Nothing, Kid 
In and out of the things themselves and the forms they’ve shaped from the clay and living RNA acid 
Hot and cold, we all wind up hired hands to let the days go by, stars-ways in the same place, we move 
Stare not into the shots of the Sun comin’ to numb out your retina, change the world’s inner groove.

Desperado came to his senses after the fences all got ridden to a corral’s cottage house & dismounted 
Feed, water the a steed, queens of diamonds and hearts made the harsh so fine, it’s all on Grok & Ted 
Now, until the gaping mouth’s final shock and the kick in the head as consciousness flips a switch off 
Floating lost in Space, the feeling goes away, a phantom, a ghostly chimera in full regale, a shill jerkoff.

My friends, brothers, sisters, parents & children of us all who work to live & die in the land of the Free 
In a manner of speaking, we are born to run as a boss suggests, yet we’re stuck in the vacant solipsism 
On the highways and byways, freeways, turnpikes, interstate routes and all dream states of humanity 
Wanted blood, sweat & tears, it’s all we have, all that I am, my birthright above and below, lost gism.

At the top or the bottom, if and only if you’re fortunate enough to incarnate into an invisible ovum 
This is due to Love or Species’ survival of the fit display on the genome, no reason to rhyme the scum 
Yet here we go again, because there you go again, it’s all about the deja-vous & lost memory syndrome 
We’re never at fault from the Ego get-go; nobody requests an appearance on Earth, just karma’s dump.

Last bite like the first bite tastes exactly the same except one bite has Nothing to look forward to, God 
All other features of the creatures just muck up the works & fill the ether with misdirection A1 hotrods 
Known & unknown causes have direct effects, it’s a universal Law, as what goes up must come down 
Fine-tune your attention, arrest attention on Oneness, it’s transforming out of the multiplicity’s town. 

Gods damned up the fjords, and the land is flooding, rivers turning into ponds and lakes of darkness 
Somebody was upset with the nature of things & bumped into the Earth’s wobbling revolution fiasco 
Everybody and everything that eats, drinks, defecates & dissolves into an invisible Oneness 
Essence of it all the time is everybody is alive for a minute of Time, after birth, we’re dead ol’ bones.

Desires and needs are sorted out into the categorical imperative that only the lonely know so well 
Either me or the highway, your only alternatives, which means it’s either Life or pending doom hell 
Count backward or forward, either way it ends at zero, the nil, the zip, gigots, I can’t hold it all back 
Laughing like there’s no tomorrow, which is the grace of random chance, like a perfect girl, no smack.

From the unknown, imagine a declaration that anyone lasting until their 100th birthdate will dissolve 
Into the cosmic dust that the Grateful Dead explained ad infinitum, ad absurdum for the minion salve 
They need it, they want it, they get contentious when they don’t receive the handout of an egg yolk 
Managed by jails, prisons & penitentiaries that lock the miscreants away from the Christ’s blinded folk.

Features of cuneiforms long gone have taken on the dimensions of a chimera that comes in & out of It 
It is for the good, the bad & ugly that the thing itself exists in It at all, Time & Space for all lickity split 
Fortune and destiny clash in an extrasensory expression of sunlight, RNA photosynthetic uber-strength 
Loathe the fear of being scared of the dark just because you are the essence of sunlight’s wavelength.

Existentially threatening us by claiming Death is out of our control, well, MF, we already know it all 
I can’t go for the bull’s excrement as displayed in the bull ring, I say Ole to all of that, it’s my final word 
Applied to Trigonometry & Physics, Astronomy is a show & tell that there’s one big daddy somewhere 
Ripped hearts apart as if it means more than trying to assess a maneater syndrome, a don’t GAF care.

Rich girls know it’s a bitch to depend on the others who supply the needs & wants, you gotta go Solo 
Dads ought to let their baby girls know, you won’t get ahead depending on an all too human Man, bro 
Take my word for it, it’s free or pay someone for the gist of the whole shebang, we know we’re asleep 
In bed, inner or outer space, brain shut-off, electronic comm dark, all you can do is hook ‘em up, peep.

Peepin’ a dream within a dream as the Poe-tics allow, in the light of the darkness, no trouble in there 
Entrapment is all you can hope for; they use us all for Patsies & Fools in paradise, oblivious, yet I care 
I’m a family man but I used to not be, alone and single in a Singularity, collapsed into the form’s matter 
A movement of sound and sight to the smells, touches and tastes of the flower, the weed THC scatter.

I have to go, you have to come, it’s a never-ending story, that’s why you’ve got to carry a thorough list 
Things that need to become something from nothing, I can’t make this scat up, there’s a reason for 
Not much longer, the Future has already come & gone, still waiting for the Will to intend what ain’t so 
Of all men & women biting the golden apple, my man hit a grand slam, winning Earth’s divine wisdom.

Free to you and me, only the Stalins & Marxes fool around with the Aliens’ experiment in RNA/DNA 
Survival of the fittest amongst the gene pool’s random, recombinant functioning, all germs gotta play 
Saving no soul since the soul is the thing itself that begins here & now & perishes here & now, O.K.? 
Now you know all you’ll ever know, your free choice, know the Truth or pretend you don’t, TODAY.

 

by 
r j j stephan, i 

c. Samedhi, February 2nd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Captured these words over 5 days of analyzing the #Maneaters alive on Earth to discover that Mind over Matter is all that matters.  Avoid being food, avoid being sickened unto death, all Man-signed! }

#ZippityDooDah #ZippityEh #MyOhMyOhWhatAWonderfulDaze #BestWayToGitUpYourFeetIsToGitUpOffYerArse

VENGEANCE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE,

OH HUNGRY BIRD

Buried underground to hide out of sight from the villains and scoundrels who roam above

Getting into the piles of fecal matter exhaust from the animated bags of sperm & hen egg

That’s Life as we know it, without the garbage and trash, we have no proof of the good life

Am I right or wrong about the whole shebang, regardless of prehistoric or post-Holocaust?

Production from stone & mud evolving into what’s been seen & all that’s been heard in moans

Knowledge and understanding keep the wisdom in power, to survive the predators of S#yte

Not only are there the good, the bad, and the ugly, but also, there’s no life after death of bones

Bleeding blood, sweating bullets until the rounds have all been fired, put us all in the crypt.

How many days and nights each of us is fortunate enough to be gifted, that’s the question

To be or not to be makes no difference after the last breath; it is what it is & what it will be

Language nobody understands while it’s being spoken, but once it’s scratched on a stone wall

Be one or many in Time & Space, about the free choices without alternatives, nothing’s free.

No exception to this rule, outside Earth’s orbit, Nothing matters there either, I'm all imaginary

As if there’s knowledge that the Earth revolves & orbits around a fireball, a million miles away

Dead & gone, even a memory of any of us won’t be recalled unless in recorded encyclo-history

Living burrowing, crawling, walking, running, swimming, flying, what it took, back in the day.

Graduated three or four times to engulf myself, hot wisdom of survival, here & now just for fun

There’s no evidence that this is a proving ground for divinity out of our world; hence, it is done

On another front, on the other hand, the Life we live may be a dream of a dreamer who’s asleep

In a long cat-nap, no way to wake up without being dropped in a cold shower, without a peep.

Suddenly, being wide awake is better than being knocked out in a stupor; I will survive it all

Whether or not anyone survives is not my concern; all too human has a path to follow, a call

Lies will be told like it or not, to discern the Truth is a honed strategy, original sinner’s bitchin’

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Superman ain’t as super as supposed, he’s just all too human.

Now is the time, all good men and good women observe the movie in progress, we’re all faces

Without us, Life has no meaning to the powers we can’t see, assume extinction, that’s all folks

Higher than the center of Earth & lower than the apex of the cosmic soup, stones & rock places

Gods once, gods twice, and the third time’s a charm, watch my lips move, the high on the tokes.

Counting backwards from a hundred is all you need to remember, go start now, down to zero

What you’ll remember once it all goes down is absolute confusion & lack of respect for a hero

Kill the good guys & the bad guys until every guy is extinct, it’s a Darwinian faux pas of a bitch

All we know for certain is that we get cold and hungry & we’re all gonna die before our time.

Dead as a door-nail comes to all of us, the ones left alive and kicking are maggots in the guts

No more recalled memories of the good and bad times are allowed when the oxygen outputs

Alive when you were dead & dead when you were alive, the confusion clears with rigor mortis

Karma & an overlord are the mythology fed to the innocent, blind faith for useful idiots’ bliss.

Honey dripping from every hole in the comb like a rhapsody in blue for the hungry many & few

No way to feel feelings without a body, this is what you’ve got now, you won’t have it forever, so

Bring the best you have to the fight, use your mind and body to defeat the eaters of God’s shyte

Cooking with gas heat, the meal is prepared & I’ve consumed it, so now I’m edified in spite.

Your eminence bows to the powers that be, in humble reverence for the power of the gold bar

Without donations from devoted followers, the heads of the bodies would starve to death afar

Dream comes from nowhere & returns to stardust without recall, why I dream I’m in the movie

I’ll retire, I’ll be in reruns, I’ll be rewarded for a plethora of light & dark words, FUBAR, I see.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. Dimanche, 4-19-2026 Anno Domini @ 1446 PMPST

{ Inspired while jammin’ to @Boston #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/jw0YNvlFOrI?si=NA-udbvqP897Zpxi }

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#JamgalayaCoffeesFine #FiletGumboInTheCatecombs #PapaLovesPOTUS

PHILOSOPHER STONES,

BENJAMINS & MYSTIC PIZZA

/\/\/\/\/\

For every time you breathe in and out of your lungs, the world has spun around

A counter-clockwise freeze-frame only mothers may love, a mirage-image of Adam

Kidding you half the time and the other half, serious as a random nose-bleed flow

History & Science to get you to know it all, but you find you know nothing though.

Pressed the grapes into wine, the way is perfect, or the way is vinegar, finger cross

Gulp or sip, it all goes to the spirit that awaits the buzz; the thing is, that is the boss

No singer on a stage but the vine he drank when he wrote the song, a dark side pit

Mindful or not, it’s movin’, and we’re movin’ until the end, it’ll come, it’s bull s#it.

This world will swallow you down to the bottom of the beer barrel, long empty

Spirits in the night flow in and out of the ether, back & forth through the bones

Score is even-steven at zero to zero, on the way from over here to out yonder

Space and Time wither behind your own rigor mortis, don’t shoot a messenger.

Played as well as the piece could be strummed from riff to riff, it’s a peculiar beat

Notes high C and D diminished for whatever the sevenths will allow, a minor feat

Laughing early & when it’s too late, that’s what it’s always been about since day 1

Crowds and the lonely Singularity are the whole shebang & it’s about to be a sun.

What you're buying is anything I’m selling and I ain’t selling a thing, I’m sellin’ Nothing

Everything from pole to pole around the world, coast to continental coasts on a fling

Hills climbed, underwater caves floored with darkness lighting up where we drop tears

Centerfold in the middle of nowhere, in a Milky Way or a Snickers, Three Musketeers.

Pink or invisible, clear blacklight glowing the paint in the poster, orange, red & green

Sky blue and black in a felt mix with the glow-paint, showing off the inner mind’s scene

Rolled & rocked outside & the inside couldn’t handle the jagged edge more than thrice

Been around The Block a few times, and, well, I had to obfuscate and obliterate it all.

Groovy as the wavy gravy you gulped down with the butter-infused mashed potatoes

Makin’ our hearts and souls sing from the first taste to the last forkful comes & goes

Moving from the back to the front to get a better look at what makes the noise of us

Speakers blare whatever makes it through the cables, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti & a do.

Certainty is a desire never acquired in full; mere pretenders asserted the failure to launch

Perched on a boulder, casting the fly over the ripples that the current squirted for lunch

Who are you thinking that you are? You are no doubt, not that person; you’re a ghost

Of men and mice, all of the living crawlers, here today & all gone tomorrow, we’re toast.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, April XVIIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1717 hours PST

{ Created while jammin’ to @JimiHendrix played @Monterey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/pSAVDbuJip0 }

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