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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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

 

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SERIES OF THE FRITZ’ BONES

 ON A GRIDIRON

Being a being is a serious business; ain't easy on Earth’s survival plane of ego; the world turns

Revolving in perpetuity, orbiting at the mercy of uncontained, burning hydrogen, one-God of us

Radicals & conservatives agree on one thing only: everyone WILL die sooner or later, spurned

From nothing out of nowhere, here y’all are with a blinded faith in the invisible e-blog of excess.

Your mind's body is separate in name only; it’s all one & the same thing, thing itself self-respect

Crows in a murder cling to their wings & ability to flock to & fro, mating for a motherlode sect

Word of dog’s god spelled in reverse, important or not, coincidence that’s your new best friend

Chip off, slice up, cut around every little thing y’all can do to prove Life's worth it in the end.

Trying too hard, pushing & pulling things closer or further than a natural state of rest, decay

Lackluster this & that, just because you can do it, a transformation from innocence into a way

To get to the end of the dream without waking up and ruining the whole exercise in wasted time

Songs written, sung & metabolized, eagle flew high in outer space to our Earth, sin on a dime.

Doubt the Truth, and you can check your six regardless, Life expressed a death to turn around

Imagination of thoughts in living color form, picturing in the inner mind of the pitcher’s mound

Front and center, I get good wood on every swing of the wood or aluminum, a crack or a ping

Mound above, pitcher’s screwball unpredictable, close your eyes, pretend you’re close to ding.

Mothers let you out of the cabin; you’re in freestyle mode for the duration of the creation song

It may be over in a NY City minute or last a century, more or less, it’s certain, it may be wrong

See ahead of the horizon, don’t look back at the disappearance of a whole shebang’s monopoly

All at once, singular point reduction before annihilation is for certain; a God to be or not to be.

Racing around tracks counter-clockwise may make sense to some, I can’t decide, I like rights

The lefts aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, hangin’ on the inside fence or curb to trip the lights

Fantastic as some are, others are just the red and blue lights, some green, some amber, to signal

Above or below this dirty Earth, there’s no peace or surrender, fit for a fight down below Hell.

Bombardment with ordinance of minimal destruction, running out of the woods with weapons

Young or old, the saga’s always the same, you have it, they want it, it’s all about a queen’s sons

Deliberately jump off of a cliff even if you know you can’t fly & land on your feet, just to die

At One again with what your mother forced out your father, a climax spent, Rum, Coke & Rye.

Knowing ol’ Felix the Cat had a bag of tricks to pull on the minions before it got hip, it’s moot

Cat had nine lives, squandered on the good life in the alleys and down the brick pathways’ afoot

Let you in on a little secret that used to be a big deal, when you die, you’ll die & that’s it, caput

Fear and loathing, mothers & sisters taught the ways & means that justified the Ends, big boot.

Mothers dreamed I’d say this, but they had no idea their dreams would ever come true, no kids

Nevermore the small ones attached to the good, bad & ugly mothers & fathers trippin’ on skids

Supermen, Batmen, all too human men, come & go in a frenzy or just in a whimper of hot airs

Forever holding Peace in the Void, know what you think is “so what’ you are, fool, double dares.

Let the idiots & morons out of the wombs, to force havoc to appear as a nativity peace on Earth

No desire/need to bleed, you’ve only got 5 pints, more or less, & that’s it for you, don’t be hurt

Hence, furthermore, without wisdom, knowledge, or pure luck of the draw, life will be too short

Life’s length is for the repayment of karma owed to the powers-that-be, Nothing fog; new birth.

Peace bestowed on your conscious attention, you know what it feels like, out of the battle’s war

Grim reaper stands by, no need to wonder if you’ve been forgotten by the sort of the Last One

Grime and pristine mix in the menudo of conundrums, which fill Space with subatomic charm

So, therefore, hence, what I meant to say is moot, here & I know, extinction’s high pot farm.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 5-6-2026 Anno Domini @ 1159 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #IfIHadAMillionDollars by @BareNakedLadies in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V8zdNe_l3M8?si=nzSV7o9pfa-MgBC4 & #WadeInTheWater by @TheStaplesSingers link @ https://youtu.be/qeosL7Vpn9g?si=wKjBz1-OpX1O2IuW }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#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! }

#ROCK @KidRock #TheEAgles #DuelingDaltons

SOMETIMES YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE,

SOMETIMES I DOUBT IT 

Blink a hundred & eighty-three times & you’re dead, you only need a hundred & eighty-two 
Y’all, every single one of y’all, got needs to bleed from infancy to decrepit fantasy code blue 
Mothers and fathers had nothing to do with your spirit entering random eggs on Earth's dirt 
Yet hell, here you are with the high water and deserts so hot all the water’s gone, God hurt. 

Created this & then punished this, WTH kind of a man is that? Oh, never mind, not a man 
A pretender who could never rise above the Singularity of the Void, intention precedes a ban 
On nuclear weapons that fuse and fissure the atomic structure of the matrix, book an idiot 
So many needs and desires for the impossible to retain a status, nothing to see here, go Bot.

Fury comin’ from the matter’s form, it’s a defecation of the freedom & justice of The Good 
Almighty might of the invisible forces that be, it’s an honor to be immersed in a cosmic soup 
What were my alternatives other than to be here, as I’m constituted by random chance? 
I suspect everything alive's caused by random chance, sustained by pure fortune in a dance.

It’s a Baconesque to be or not to be, hiding behind a philosophy of total ignorance of an End 
As a child forgets about the mortal wound of leaving Mother’s cord, it sits around to offend 
People on every continent, infant to octogenarian pimp on the Almighty’s ebony marble skin 
Hard to get, hard to hold, hard rockin’ yet hard to believe the obvious, that the fix is all in.

Duty calls, I am committed to the cause of being the effect, all that I am is 208 bones’ soul 
Olden days kept the minions in a daze, hunting or trading to stay alive, short life to die for 
Whether diseased from environment or inheritance, the mortality rate for humanity is 100% 
Knowing what you know now, would you have done anything you’ve done differently, intent?

Asleep both at a wheel & behind bars, a DUI manslaughter conviction gets y'all heaven sent 
Bums & junkies walkin’ back & forth under the causeways & freeway overpasses, all spent 
Now only you know & I know the true meaning of the Word, of God, all Mankind of yo’ mama 
Seize the moment of the day your fortune allows, it’s golden dawn bright, out of sight, Papa.

Fruits & vegetables of the Eden Garden keep us alive, to end in ash-veins of formaldehyde 
All I am is the same as all y'all are, DNA/RNA disguised on stage, disappear & die, gods lied 
No afterlife floating 'round in an Ether, disembodied consciousness-memory stack o' whack 
Uplink, upload, download file, a bundle of joy, you invoked chaos’ random hoax, so Get Back!

Holy scat's blessed as the only way to prove we’ve consumed a product evolved from squat 
Used to fertilize up-and-coming seeds blowin' in the wind, intentionally get humanity’s scat 
#Woke become awakened once it’s too late, they wanna get another chance but it’s all over 
Music is being played by the powers that be, neither you nor me, still it’s all that I am, lover.

Hot or frozen-stiff cold are the only ways to be alive, living on Earth, bare skin needs covers 
Pairing up losers is never suggested unless you’re reverting to writing on cave walls, sirs 
Respect and dignity are not negotiable, do unto others as you’d have them do unto your One
Bygones have been bygones since a Big Bang, Time & Space, now & here, God Damn it’s fun.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

#AndHisMamaCried 
c. Dimanche, IV-XXVI-MMXXVI Anno Domini 1111 AMPST

{ Cracked this out the cosmic ovum while jammin’ to @Elvis #LiveAtMSG on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WXIuWx0Juw8?si=rMB6mOPpGCzBaatj } 

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?