#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.

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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.?

@Somewhere #OnABeach #LittleGossipRuinsYoWholeDay #BootsNeedKnockin' #PlaySomethingCountry @EVERLAST #ImCominHomeToYouGirl I want my @Nickelback #PuddleOfMud

ALL THINGS

 ROLL DOWNHILL, SYSYPHUS IS ROLLIN’ UPHILL

Gods who passed stones through the creations kidneys didn’t remain the same game

Nobody hunted the gods any longer, the caves got buried in earthquakes, paper burnt

Memories that survivors could remember was passed on by word-of-mouth, no choice

Free or indentured by the boss of the first to come & first to be served as a master voice.

Time was never on a watch, a clock, an hourglass or a sundial of shadow pointing, an illusion

Days spin to nights due to planetary revolution & orbital ellipse 180 + miles around God’s Sun

Assuming atheists know any more than the cloak & dagger blind faith believers, priest to pope

Momentary duration from thought to illusion, after you’re born or before you’re woke doped.

Lapsed the memory of the candle burning, thought was thinking on the fly in the stark dark

Not my free choice, I am a victim of circumstance just like the rest of the all too human larks

Ready to fly away with wings once the final crack at heart beating ceases to be, you and me

Parades and processions for the end of the sniffing & snorting the gas in and out, not to be.

Fine at the same time that it ain’t alright, I’m missin’ the squares themselves, power of family

Eyes’ pupils dotted with the light of the golden dawn, answering perennial questions for free

No need for a dissertation to be written down or orally spoken on a colloquium philosophia T

Means to the Ends follow a straight line, Life as we know it until we don’t, rigor mortis to be.

Between the lines which were originally a figment of the imagination with nothing better to do

Teachers locked in exams & pop quizzes before the semester began, A students ruled the roost

Bloody or just leaking sewer liquid, foul water and rancid refuse from who knows what ol’ fool

Laid it all down, it flowed downhill to the bottom-feeders who never sleep, infinity payin’ dues.

Win what I won with dubious integrity, didn’t catch me countin’ cards in Vegas or Reno, my gold

You know the drill, play the game & cheat ourselves before the repentance and reward, I’m old

You know the same ol’ song, plays a million times a day, a million people die every day, all souls

Neverland wasn’t an option before overdue death, it comes post-mortem, brain-dead arseholes.

Shine my shoes or not, they might be sneakers or combat boots, hush puppies soft, I’ll step it up

Songs written for the feeling I get when the lights fall into spectrum, rainbow wavelength droop

Infrared cocktails and shots of ultraviolet rays that only a God could love, out of this world wine

Grapes squeezed the knowledge into wisdom only to be forgotten in a black hole, mama so fine!

Really, the Truth is at the top of the mountain which can only be climbed by Sisyphus’ two feet

No comfortable hiking boots in the day, in fact, barefoot & calloused to avoid the meet & greet

Hate and Love alternate the positive and negative state of being alive, charge of atom, it fired up

Blown to smithereens, banged a sky’s great, wide open, UFO would be shocked, y’all phuq’d up.

There’s a moment in every minute when you can either score or lose it all in a crash and burn it

Playing games and working the crowd for tips & stipend by hour, month or year, full of the #Chit

Then y’all retire and the sun goes down, losing teeth one at a time, soul is clear of an original sin

I am in and out just like always, it’s gonna all implode eventually, not my creation, right cousin?

I’m fine not being able to high five or slip anyone some skin, shake hands, slap Dap but it’s OK

Skynyrd and ZZTop hittin’ the Kenwood amp & Bose 901 speakers, turned up Hillbilly Deluxe so

I could hear every thought, every word of the cowboys, playin’ the burnt rubber & doin’ a blow

Nice to be alive, as long as you ain’t too high or drunk, long gone, fine, I’m in for the long play.

Dream is over once you’re woke, awake or awakened is the ultimate best, it’s like fishin’ Trout

They come & go, before & after dark, dusk or dawn makes no difference with right bait no doubt

It goes up & down, my friend caught all the fish, he put oil magic on his bait, I didn’t, I got Jack

Meaning nothing but cheating is everything to the cheaters, the cheated are just way outback.

Privates are publics and vice versa, up and down, in and out, all around the circle forever days

Never ending until eyes close & you see nothing at all except what the dead see forever phase

Drink the spirits, keep ‘em down the hatch or they’ll regurgitate en masse, just because y’all can

Hair of the dog, nevermore, a black raven seemed to squeak post 3 Margaritas, I was shot, man!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 PMPST

{ Trippin’ with or without you, jammin’ this out of my craw while jammin’ to this excellent song, #SomthinAboutATruck by https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=4q2TZuViK75VZu0p }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@Titleist #Titleist #TigerWoodDrives @ARETHA #PinkCadillac @PointerSisters #HesSoShy #PutYourHandsTogether

UNCERTAINTY IS A PRINCIPLE,

 I THINk hot pink

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Preconceived notion as you were at one, lightning blind thunderstorm shocks to a psyche

If you don’t worry, you may be happy but if you worry, sadness fills azure sky & blue sea

Flirting with the disaster of your eyes seeing darkness in the light, all ears hard of hearing

It’s always the same old story, history repeats itself only because nobody recalls a thing.

How the effects happened as they appear to the observation, the causes are programmed

One or the Many, original sin proposition, as we multiply we’ll live a bit, then we’ll all die

Isolate your muscle memory for maximum efficiency, it’s the brain in a skull in peak tune

Seeing and believing the sights, insights, oversights in tune with the success of The Rune.

Forward or backward, conscious awareness moves ahead until the nervous system freaks

About a chain reaction of eternal pain, it’s what it’s all about, no pain no gain, I got leaks

Ahead and behind where I am, at this point with an entire society's dimwitted holy blokes

Not only it ain't their fault that they’ll be dead eventually but also, mortal ethic’s feckless.

Songs sung, prose and poetry vocalized via the speed of sound and light, into the hot Void

No mistaken thrust in the movement’s blast-off of the burnt-out stardust, Earth ship ahoy

Marking all the places to be recollected when you got the floor, do it quick, it goes away

Death & what comes of it when it is the hot food we eat three times every single weekday.

Hit me with the aces and deuces because I’ve already got a pair of each of them, let’s bawl

I wouldn’t even if I could 'cause I’ve got a big problem with it looks too good to be true

Uncounted cards but odds are no one has a higher full house, I am all in for the long haul

If you don’t fold you’ll be the loser who wonders why you didn’t hit your hunch & fold.

Parts of everything are in separate categories stacked from ground to as high as it goes

Gravitational collapse is inevitable if gravitational force exists, all will return to One dose

Of a being that neither is alive nor will experience death, DOGE is an all too human thing

Government of the people will remain until the revolution brings royalty, “The Sting.”

Free Will and freedom to move from place to place without restriction except property

Private or Public, the singular way to enhance behavior of amoral punks, country & city

Popes don’t bury their bones, they incinerate them, except for heads and finer bones

There’s no doubt about it, blind faith is in the luck of the draw, I hear mighty Bosstones.

Tabulate the holy slicksters who also won’t disrobe appear anti-nude, savior of sinners

Holy innocents belong behind iron bars, to protect them from the forces of loser-winners

We the people, you and I, all of us who disagree about everything political under heaven

Harm heals but never forget who did it, eyes wide open, thrive & you’ll enjoy extinction.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July 3rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Drafted jammin’ to The Mighty, Mighty Bosstones link

@ https://youtu.be/hamEHlNGuIM?si=gtDQuUgRHR4O71GE}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?