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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.

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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 }

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I’VE GOT NOTHIN’ MAN,

LET’S PLAY BALL y’all !

Without a random thought, there’s no doubt that certainty is elusive yet in sight

Night & yesterday the trials and tribulations take place, teach lessons in the fight

No way to do anything wrong, it’s all the method to learn by trial-and-error ways

Heart and soul of the survival mankind achieved on this place in Space always.

Mindful of the souls involved in the animated amalgamations of morphologicals

Common knowledge and occult insights combine into unseen gods, immortals

Never seen in the light of day as if eternal darkness is the God of it all, skin & bone

Well, all of the people who have launched into Space agree, we can’t be all alone.

On the way to the median I can never tell why it’s not the middle of the centerfield

Torture and pleasure in the realm of nervous breakdown from copacetic backfield

Periods, quarters, innings and halves, you never can tell when winners will stiffen

Betting on the favorite to win is more than half the time a good bet, odds are even.

Pits and pendulums the choice of the torture with the swingin’ blade lowered slowly

Closer to the thin skin of the neck, flesh, nerve & bone cut off the brain’s skull spew

Ready to hurl, coming to conscious awareness from a dead sleep, purple royal blue

Thoughts of ideas formulated from a menudo of mud, blood & beer, toke high too.

Preach or stay off of the grid and in the null and void cluster phu-qup, it’s all narrow

Middle path you appear ready to tread, a world disappears in the rear bone marrow

Win or lose the games you & I play regardless of our luck of the draw, we pass & spit

Space allows only mentally retarded humans to fail the test of being fit to survive it.

Mark the day and night, like the song laments, time to recollect the love to be or not

To be One isn’t as easy as it sounds, you must unlearn your teaching, in a safe spot

Must have the back covered, innocent and without defense, being at one as a robot

Creator close, inside and outside, feels separated but together, like a pain in the foot.

From the infancy granted to your soul, you’ve moved onto a grid for the sake of love

No way in Hades I'd ever choose to expose my soul to annihilation, below or above

How to comprehend this mystery we’re breathing & moving within, a $64 question

You may answer but never know if you’re right or wrong 'til you die, 'til I die, then.

Hope & Charity may get you by while Alive but it’s useless post death, got that hag?

Peel away the layers form the onion until the invisible core is exposed for a thing it is

Space, dead air, emptiness, blackness, lightless, inside an urn or casket or burlap bag

Everything converges to points without mass, squared one, produced one that or this.

Numbers either fractions or decimals of at One, everything equals 0 times zero, out

Energy is a name for stuff we get from the sunlight, the wind & water in animation

Too much time on One’s hands leaves a mind out of control for Jazz played by hand

More than One less than zero above, so below, faith, hope, charity, I’m a boy scout.

Hot as a pistol after firing 10-round clip, touch my barrel or you’ll get burnt fingers

How come I let you touch my gun?  It’s the 64-thousand-dollar question, it matters

Energy given is energy used & it disappears into the structure, form of the Itself pile

Cells of recombined genes with nothing but luck to guide on the path, hope in karma.

Good, bad or ugly as you’d have been in a Past, which morphs into here & now's sea

Of waves & undertow due to cuttin’ the rug with a girl named Linda Lu, swayin’ bee

Excuse me is all I could yell as I ran out the door, fearing for life like ne’er before too

Didn’t want trouble, needed a favor, just three steps toward the door, right on blue.

I found the back door rquick, it was locked so I broke it down, broke my fingers too

Dude never saw me again, nor his lady, headed west to California, cross Mississippi

Texas, Arizona, New Mexico & finally SoCal, paradise next to a desert, near Hawaii

Out on the end of the top limb of a Redwood tree, it's an eagle perched, painted blue.

Featuring divine’s sounds of guitars & drums, organic piano, congos & juice harps

Push and pull of the counter-culture to be civilized & incorporated for good of all life

Extinction may be all immanent, I always want one more for the road, a friend or foe

One of them will impact future of things we’ve never imagined, as if the fix is in tow.

Whether fixed or not, you still must survive with supplies & escape plan to urgency

Observe the alternative, it’s either live or die, there’s y no other path centered

Whatever weve 'killed we’ve either eaten or destroyed into dust & rust on hard rock

Survivors don’t pick the same way that victims do, all full of mixed-up 151 rum swig.

I played ball, all tried the catch, throw, kick, smack wood, plastic or metal, I know

Ended well or not, never a champion with trophy wife but we played ball, as we’d go

All rules & coaches did their best to control the power, but y’all, t'was impossible too

It was game time on clock & I was always in the mood, dawn to dusk, a bit byte blow.

Raised near enough to the lake, 1800 west got me on the loose with a Gang of Nines

Bad boys made me join the Air Force or get locked up with Chicago Po-Po, so fine

I left just in the nick of time, played ball since that long ago time back in the high 70s

Here & now the present finds the data rollin’ in one end, one ear & out all the others.

Are you listenin’ now? Mixed from original sin's agreed upon program, linked folks

Nannies & grannies raised the young babies into adolescents makin’ it with egg yolks

I shout, I’m heard, repeated ad infinitum for all I know, last all eternity 'til bada bing

Uncle Romeo reality comes stealth, papa’s o'er here right now, Timing Is Everything!

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r j j stephan, i

c. XI-XXVII-MMXXV Anno Domini @ 0859 hours

T H A N K S G I V I N G    P A R T Y    T I M E   DRINKS   ALL   AROUND

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PICASSO  "THE CRYING WOMAN"

 

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RIP CHARLIE SAVE ME A PLACE

D N A  johnny ‘99

Affirmative action will decimate the gene pool with inferior inherited alleles to the code

Nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw for each & everyone above and below mode

Sips from the mother chalice of wine transmuted into blood, to drink in priests’ high ‘hell

Withered into corpses in the end, like all the rest of the sheeple, Jesus’ one of the people.

Invested Zone Time in this Space in order to analyze the categories of the dialectic for giggles

It doesn’t get any better than life in a body on Earth, the alternative is bleak & at best wiggles

Beaches to mountaintops & back down to the uttermost echelon of the sea, submarine low

To the center of the Earth’s centermost core, to test its nature and health’s whistle and blow.

Bring your mind’s eye to a cyclops optometrist for examining DNA of mummies, all too human

UFO’s and nuclear missiles are in a big battle above the atmosphere, all night long fanatic fan

Hurt yourself to feel the pain of being a living, damaged form of being, what is your purpose

Just to feel that deep down in the soul & from head to toe, blown higher buds of a primrose.

Rivulets of melted snow from atop a mountain, wet H2O in lake, river & gulf from the stream$

Glory days when your parents released you from method struggles of The Kid, knuckles’ seams

Got a contract, ripped off by my secret agent, she ran away with my bank, a silver spoon school

All was never in my family, as above the law, so below the Mason-Dixon line, play me like a fool.

Paltry forms of shapes & sizes that come undone once the ghost leaves the host, no ghost host

Filling up the rooms with seawater, a sunken ship will never be found in a dark sea bottom post

Where Atlantic City ghosts of boys & girls stay inside of Davey Jones’ locker, deep ESP low IQ

In or out of the fortune you find with a magic wand waving around at random, chaos allows me.

Punks and the junk they injected with the heinous venom out their mouths, in synch with a Void

On the border, over on either side & beyond arrested attention, minor lovers trade for androids

Both above it all & below down to the core of the air, sea & land over here on a hot coastal rock

Between silk sheets it happened, here I am thanks 1950, a trip of sulfuric acid in a geyser block.

Tearing up roads leading from the beats & rhythm of metal, wood & monkey skins’ matt dreads

Here you go again, treating all of the invisible audience who all used to be alive, now all Deads’

Grateful or not, they’re all dead as doornails, reformed metal heads out of a matrix’ emptiness

Hard to be soft on the planet, so easy to let good times roll from Future to Past, one presence.

Begin the point, draw the line and generate a myriad of angles all equal to a line of 180 degrees

In the circle of 360 degrees, it’s a matter of pieces of the pie, cherry, apple or just a 3.14 freeze

Pi as it is & always will be, a measure of the whole shebang as above, so it is always deep below

I got eighty-eights to tickle and the strings and skins won’t wait for my warm up, beat a blow.

Cymbals’ symbols of a modus operandi in being the whole show, 3 hours of amusement & glee

Y’all know it, you & everybody else knows, Time is Matter-Energy’s Space, where we are & Be

Alive for a fraction of revolutions of Earth, not enough & not many for any, no less a fake bluff

Committed to The Way, narrow way in a crossfire, not easy when born from fired-up, Chi stuff.

Dark in the room with the fans that quit spinning the breeze down here at ground zero, as I lay

Dying or living the dream, at least you’re awake even if you’re mere #Woke, tramp-mind crazy

Meaning whatever you glean, it may or may not be what an original meaning was, it’s OK fool

When it’s not your fault, no obligation here to finalize the contract, it’s open end to end, so cool.

Buy a diamond ring, go to a concert & propose on the stage near the backstreets of the slickers

City strong because you’ll die young if you’re weak, advantage be taken by the bully #uckers

They stalk the new kids on the block, attempt to impose their will, get their backsides waxed up

Picked on the wrong kid, learned life’s lesson, bullies get Ends in a box, heroes never STFUp.

Safe when there’s danger due to the awareness of being at One with the universe’s hunger beat

Consume, absorb & the black and blue push you back to the beginning before you got any feet

In your mother thanks to your father, he was on Earth not in Heaven, he showed me The Way

To & from the freaks who mated for love and money, this is It, all we get, I’m bettin’ on the bay.

Sang words, read the rhymes, yelled the rhythm’s beats all night long, the mike was in feedback

Got what I deserved since I didn’t have rights to a thing at all, thought I’d never get lucky back

I just knew it so I said it out loud, she’s the one, I knew she was here somewhere, here and now

River flow in a tributary merge with kings’ & queens’ good, bad & ugly chit, a DNA acid blow!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September X^th  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Sifted this out the SILT of the Black River, while jammin’ to @BruceSpringsteen #Concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a_8ciWn4ki0?si=cd-5G7qwQ00B_GH0 }

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RIP CHARLIE KIRK RIP BROTHER

SACK OF SCAT MAN & BOY #HoldOnToYourWonkyWigs #TrippinHeavy @ChristinaAguillera #JustMyImagination @TheMightyTemptations

PENULTIMATE #WOKE DOGS

Supply & demand with a choker on the supply of protection from the bad guys & bad girls
It’s known as ‘curtains’ because the stage play that you’re in the middle of is all over, it’s FINIS
Pills and medicine won’t help the pain and suffering, swallow them all & you’ll make it come
Back to where it was a moment before you gave up on surviving, feeling unfit, drinkin’ 151 rum.

It’s from a pirate ship that used to park in Puerto Rico, ho, ho, ho the black rocks stay annihilated
Pirates buried the gold doubloon’s treasure and left a detailed map on how to find the booty head
Up on top of the well, the bucket hanging from the rope has it all within, in the wood’s cemented Id
No superego or minimal ego left over in the ice box, where angels leave their horns & winged teats.

How can you fly high with teats hangin’ off your frame of DNA? You can’t, all souls creep & crawl
Jot down copious notes on the following, YOU are all you must deal with, indeed, it’s All about You
Among Many there’s a One formulating this diatribe, a solo failure to succeed at survival, I’m insane
Daughters, more important than fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, egg supply is all too humane.

According to the evil genius, what is left when nothing is right can be nothing more than zilch, nada
Zero from nothing equals itself, emptiness of your wallet, your purse, your pockets empty of mothers
All girls grow to shed blood without battles, with wars against their parents GOP scatological tripe
Apolitically Incorrect, not politically wrong, knocking out the palookas with a leftist’s cracked pipe.

Up country, way past my mother’s apron strings, some American-Euro-Chin svelte form of girl shape
Past the years of being a baby girl but still being a baby, having babies in rapid 9 month succession
On the welfare of the good, the bad & ugly orphans whose fathers didn’t imprint their motherlode
Hope you dream after you die, but you probably won’t be able to since your body has no brain mode.

On the nature of Time in this Space, go far & much further than the elders ever went into the Void
High & tight like a haircut from the barber who left a little on the top, pulled hair can’t be avoided
In the fight, in the heavens above & the hells below where we’re all gonna go, a Mayfield jingling
Curtis moved & is now unmoved but still a mover, resting until the supernova annihilation thing.

Mark the spot with an ‘X’ so you’ll be able to find it in the morass of inviolate mistakes by divine Ids
#Woke but not awake, no inkling that the dreaming state is the Reality, Life is but a Dream, so row
Boats or any raft to float upon the salted sea, above the liquidity of gas states, a hodgepodge of blow
Wind & dirty dust blown from ground cover, photosynthetic solar trash, dirty God of innocent kids.

Eat the meat, it means you die if you don’t, plantations of tobacco & paper keep the minions too high
They don’t work or play, they merely sit quietly, silent in the four cornered room, TV louder, Radio fly
I am, we all are the only thing we have, 208 bones walkin’, rollin’ or crawlin’ walls, as a cool drunkard
Meaning that the moment you die, get ready, get set & go do the do, you came & saw, you conquered.

There is no cyber-protection available for your valuables, nothing is safe so protect It, It is Nothing
This faux fact of life is the one you’ve waited for during the seven decades of hoity-toity air blowing
Filled honeypots with dirty water, filled the bottles with that Spirit & alcoholic frivolity unto death
How old can you get, so God forsaken foolish that you’ve forgotten the only reason you drew breath?

Truth is, you can die ignorant & devoid of wisdom, your matter of your form is starlight’s refused boots
Can’t knock the boots if there’s no boots to knock, booty is a foot cover & an arse, attractive as my toots
Just me & her, her & me, together until we begin the rotting process, then buried deep to cover it all up
As if your death wasn’t as important as your life, above & below the thing, you know the thing in a cup.

Wine and fermented grain will provide the narrow way for the minions to follow, so being the final end
It’s gonna happen, you have no power to alter the Present or the Past, but you can create the holy Future
Breathe in and out, it’s good and plenty like candy to a baby, suffocation is the way to the Void, so pure
Absolutely empty, no atoms or electrons, neutrons or protons, an Einsteinian theoretical incomprehension.

Get lucky right after you’re feelin’ lucky, that’s the result of direct intent of the Will, magic ultraviolet
Down below the Infrared & above that Ultraviolet radiation from the star, no gods, just s Space outlet
No big daddy or big mama to catch you as you fall from the Grace of being alive on Earth, cross boned
Skullcap over your mind, helps you forget being an idiot will cause your death, a genius body moaned.

Biology of the psycho-social evolution is a matter of random collisions of strange charges, goddess’ sins
Calling Mercury, Venus, Mars & Saturn in the middle between Uranus and far off Neptune, Pluto’s suns
Harder than the soft stuff, the blood is hot and flows up and down, head to toe in perpetuity, no ego, no I
Open up the sealed envelope, the Winner Is… Adam Doe & Eve Jones, kids are all stillborn, Gods all die.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Janvier XIX, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 630 AMPST

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