NO, THANK 'ME' LATER! YOU CAN'T FICTIONALIZE THIS CHIT, MON! @MichaelJackson #BubblesTheChimp #KRACKED

 

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.?

 

 

#FermiParadox #TimingIsEverything You're Welcome @UncleRomeoVentura #ItCouldBeWorse #GodsGnosis #CouldBeMythological @GROK @Ai #NewOldEagles

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?

I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

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W.W.A.R.D.?