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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.?

#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 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Cornucopiac in #TheGhetto @DonnyHathaway #WaitinOnASunnyDay @Springsteen @Church @BigSmo #GoodOleDays

SUNNY DAY ON THE DARK SIDE’S BIGFOOT PRINTS 

In the name of an absentee father and the son of a motherless daughter, full of hand jive

Knowledge and wisdom escaped anyone who remained illiterate, not reading the beehive

All you had was what they gave you and you gleaned the cream of the crop, always with you

If not you then who would I depend on to help me if I got stuck in a temporary fix, no clue.

It doesn’t matter if you knew yo’ mother & father or any connection to the world’s hung fire

An easy way to cut to the chase involves laying the Truth out on the line for a full discovery

Stick it in your ear, my foot, you say, a manner of displaying civilized disgruntlement to Life

Every day from dawn to dusk, breathe in and out until you don’t get another huff, not a one.

Fine to be dead if you knew it was part of the deal, but you forgot, & it’s OK to be DOA caput

Watch with ears, see with myopia & conclude all arguments with an illogical non-sequitur

What else can a fella do? No more nor less than a female human, I cast not one aspersion

Yet, I’m as ignorant as the day I was born without an ego, just a hunger for logic and reason.

Original sin sounds elegant, an infraction of the universal law of obedience to a lawful order

Hitting the road, I don’t comprehend the value of the procession into the unknown disorder

Kicking yourself as you approach your home, you know it won’t be as easy as it looks, phuq

I say that because that’s the harshest I can be in this mode of expression, don’t even duck.

Plasma blackout fills the Void with a series of flashing lights and a bounce atop of the ocean

Formed into a shape that accommodates a spark that animates skin & bone in a poetic notion

Harps and harmonicas run the melody of the northern lights, solar cycle XXV cooks metal too

Trying to introduce an intruder into the Void may not be a genius decision, just funding a Sin.

Trying to climb the tower of Babel again & again, you bet you’ll get nowhere fast, a solar flare

Nobody is allowed to abort the mission; a decision to abort has no function, nor is it an option

Neither of us makes any difference in the long run of the order of Nothing or anything at all

On a wing and a prayer, some group decided to take a chance with the wins and losses of Ball.

We all have our own game, guardians bestowed upon fake innocence, stepped up to the plate

Lettin’ the liquid bleed out of our holy orifices between our legs & in our cerebral cortex pate

Listen to me once more & I’ll never forget you’ve entertained the minions as if you were one

Test the state of inventions converged into a unit of protective precision, good to go, my son.

Fly high, stay cooler than the bottom of the sea & annihilate the heated radiation anomalies

Listen and watch for the beginning of the Star Trek and the Star Wars, it will be quite a while

Ballistic re-entry of the UFOs, they FAAFO in my opinion, now it’s a limited failure mode tease

Fly high, come back in one piece, tell us tales of being dead/not dead, we'll be better, at ease!

Hardball played, softball ruined my eye on the golf and tennis ball, she’s got the bags in tow

Imagine, as you can, you’re in a predicament with one way out & you force the threat to go

Wake up in bed, you’re as woke as you were when you fell asleep, a dream in a dream dive

Function of the calculus & trigonometry of the Space & Time continuum is special, relative.

This is a test, the unknown unknown problem is an absolute clusterphuq for the minions too

Nobody will get out alive, the Milky Way doesn’t care because it has no conscience, fight foo

Blind, deaf & unable to articulate sounds never heard, two lips read to mean random ideation

Dogs won’t guide the wisdom to miss obstacles to atomic fission and fusion, originally a sin.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 4-7-2026, @ArtemisIICrew T minus 60”

{Drafted while listenin’ to @AremisII LIVE on PBS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/tueDYAsx7cU?si=v4NZligPPWcaJUIx & during blackouts jammin’ to @DarylsHouse & @TheOJays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QYKyglyjtTw?si=FJJ1c8-U1LioLf5t}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

TWENTY SEVEN READS, 27 NOSE BLEEDS, GIRLS PLAY BLUES PURPLE STRATOCASTERS #StiffTheFans #ChargeThemDouble #PUSHERMAN @DanielleNicole @DarylsHousing

SHE GOT DROPPED BY AN IDEOLOGIST

I, y’all were aborted in utero, and I didn’t have a voice to protest and get any justice done

I had a divine right to live, right violated by the gays & lesbians seeking species extinction

It’s their prerogative, yet they’re free to roam the world; they’ll be committing mortal sins

Time moments imagine there is Space between everything; it’s an illusory gift, ala no Spin.

Pioneers movin’ upwind from the stench of refused, recyclable scat humanity excretes all

Nothing remains from the 24/7 ingestion of the dead plants and animal meat digestion pall

Bearing the good, the bad and the ugly all in one set of 208 bones, a form appears ape-like

I never knew why I love to be a pirate on Halloween, apparently, I’ve reincarnated One soul.

Decisions based on deductions from incredible premises, which are at best blinded by light

Reasons that sometimes there’s a rhyme & rhythm to the reason, sometimes, often it chills

Although you’ve earned the rights and have the obligations to fight for your inherited liberty

Some of the anchor babies don’t like the rules of hard work, savings & paying a piper’s bills.

The high bounty on the possession of the spirit inside & outside of your body, stay in control

If you lose it, you’ll lose the liberty, the freedom to roam about on our ground of being whole

Nowhere else to go, ask astronauts, cosmonauts & the dead who used to be souls at-oned

Can’t always get what you want, neither necessary nor sufficient, expect it never, dear son.

Capacity for the Time spent in Space, sharing with the minions who live just to forever die

Through no fault of anyone’s intent, either good, bad or uglier evil remains the source of pi

It’s 3.14 divided by itself & is the silent hiss that remains, being absolutely nothing but zero

Coming around to the blind faith behind star-solar-sun revolution of atomic electron blow.

Grim reaper at your rear-end, regardless of whether you like it or not, it’s a fact, young Jacks

Praise imaginary creations & creating life’s fake-fact that it’s divine intentions of some One

High regards for Blackness all around the Earth and the unseen, egregious pawns in packs

Minimum of queens and kings upon a figure head, spied on by rooks, knights & bishoprics.

By and by, the byways’ & means’ committees ruptured by a pending rapture of holy souls

Doom unless you’re a carnivore hunter, what’ll you eat that’s living or dead meat? Nothing

Eating dead things that used to be alive and either rise from a seed out of the ground’s face

Or a miraculous, spontaneously animated genome gets created, at random in deep Space.

It’s not gonna get any better than being born with the reward of good karma from way back

Whomever you were, whatever you did has been the history of this world, all on #Substack

What could or should have been the case in the history of this world is over and done, Om

Nothing binary, just the only one that matters, the ego, id & super ego you’re inherited, son.

Should’ve been the naughty daughters, but according to the ancients, it’s always the boys

Learned how to be selfish and not selfless from the caves and jungles, what else were toys?

From dirt & stone, skyscraping towers built to stop an urban spread out, the Tower of a Nero

OK to do that, being mortals as we are, we’ll make sure it all drops back to holy ground zero.

Hard as your head’s skull or as soft as your best girl’s skin, either way it’s all gonna be AOK

In my own way, I kid you not, whether you signed up for this or it’s an assignment ala gods

Follow the bouncing balls boundaries between the tundra and the swamplands anywhere

Blues comes out of the strings and the chords because it’s childbirth to post mortem faire.

All tuned up for the melody to be repeated & never forgotten nor transfigured into a chimera

No way it’ll ever appear without the linguistic preservation, all will return to the cosmic dust

As if you’ve gone over to the dark side & returned to high lights with no torso tattoo scratch

Fill the fools full of free food and losers’ misery, it’s easy to hook the fish, savior’s wild pitch.

All ears know what they’ve heard, all translations verbatim from a horse’s mouth, live evils

Alright, forward or backwards, just letters, vowels, and consonants, sentence of the Villes

City of ruins or metropolitan skylines, only King Kong could climb & tumble down, certainly

Lakes leftover from flood’s deep pit, rivers all run through it, peak volcanoes to a dead sea.

Beer for our horses in front of the livery stable, my old boots need to give my feet a solid

If you know then you know, you know exactly what I mean by the non-sequitur rock mold

Fight about anything means you’ve got no legs to stand on, you can’t hold your ground too

You’ll see the Truth, sometimes you gotta whoop a man’s arse, can’t let all the BS fly fool.

Nobody can return to the past that’s already gone, water under the bridge, can’t step in It

Though the same river moves from one space to another, you’ll never catch the same twice

Truth be told by Heraclitus while staring at a river flowing, realizing All life was just a scam

Whether a sinner, a saint or the savior who sacrifices freedom for payment of justice’s ham.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo &

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, April VIth MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1311 hours PST

{ Knocked this out of the crypt while jammin’ to #BackToTheGoodOlDays @BigSmo

@CoreyCrowder link @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs?si=s_ASAv9SbqGd_BN8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

WOOF

#FightForYourRights @BeastieBoys #DownByTheRiver #TakeMeToTheRiver #TheSimpsonsBitterENDS #Me2 @BritSpears @AllyVenable e @KennyWayneShepherd

 

#Shred @AllyV

@FunkyBiscuit

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

---------a piece at rest---------

I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god
Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings
Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chickens fried!

by 
r j j stephan, i 
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST
{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.