Silly Sons of Beaches Dried Up H2O #FiveEasyPieces #HoldItBetweenYourKnees

SPINES FOR THE SUPPORT, SPINE’S DIVINE

Diving from sixteen feet above the surface into a jackknife or a one & a half tuck cannonball

Killer instinct floating in deep space without an anchor, without a compass to direct it all

High or low, out or inside job to keep you on your toes, ready for the finale of a corpse doom

Buries the stink so far away that there’s no memory of the stank of a carcass, just perfume.

Bones separated from one another when there’s no reason left to keep it all together, I’m in

All or nothing in the killer pot, either you win it all or lose it all, there’s no other option of sin

Mortally or originally a disobedient violator of the commands from a Father, Son & a ghost

Only you know and I know the meaning of the Truth, hidden from the many ones, the most.

Burnt in the fire until the forms turned into ash-like stardirt, no way to decipher Truth’s milk

You want to but you can’t succeed at the only thing anybody can do, spinnin’ on spider silk

Hurt in the hot flame, burnt in the first degree and the circulation diminished into a vacuum

Where nothing can live and nothing can die, nothing doing anywhere at any time, like scum.

For the first time in the re-recorded history of homo sapiens who inhabit Death Valley’s ash

You & I know the arid desert that is in between antibodies of water left over from the Ice Age

Happiness is one lucky result for a fraction of those born to run or crawl upon the big stage

Traumatic repetition of the causes which precede effects of a spoon runnin’ away ala dish.

Word that begins with an “F” like in #Fake news, just a middle of the road POTUS apparatus

An apparatchik is above and below the politics of freedom of speech, truth or lies about us

You and I stay out of the loving avalanche cascading from the shores of Gitchegoomy Lake

What you know when you begin the fire is that you will never burn it all down for God’s sake.

It’s not for me to say that the magic spell can only work with the power of the holy will

What you use to imagine the thoughtful idea coming to fruition, like magic whiskey swill

Down the hatch and the spirits move from belly to brain as quickly as an empty belly can

Throw up the throw backs while throwing spit balls between knuckle balls, hardball fan.

It changes in a New York minute how ever long that might be, more or less than an hour

Period piece between the legs of my daughters who cannot resist the temptation of Eve

They all beget the grandkids who always have a room in my mansion, their DNA qualify

By far this is the most important thing to ever know, when you die, no soul’s gonna fly.

Settle for faked Truth and not the blind faith fairy tale your mother & father regurgitated

Applied the astrophysics and common-sense degree in philosophy to the grateful dead

Head to bottom of the feet tarsals a menudo results to be masticated between the jaws

Make no bones about the finale to the play, it’s first, second & third acts on feline raws.

Monks hide from their kinfolk & following cohorts, brothers & sisters from other mothers

Between the starting gate and the photo-finish line in the track’s turf, what it is brothers

A longshot bet with the odds against the 30-1 so I bet a C-note on the #RedRooster Philly

I rolled the bones, Rolling Stones, as above, so below, it’s sweeter than cheesesteak T.

Pork rinds ain’t like a pig in a poke, they’ll do in the pinch because they’re epic munchies

Without cerveza from Corona it’s impossible to appreciate the substance abuse of these

Monkeys with the careers and retirements before rigor mortis sets in, Time spins the dead

Caught and stuck awaiting to fight the bite, spider comes, I’m already gone, ya bonehead.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, July XXVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked the jaw shut on the corpse of dead words in rows while dead in the water }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#NiagraFalls never falls... #YouFeelBetterNow? #Sicily too? #WhatAFoolBelieves #KeepItReal #WhenTheGunsmokeSettles #BeerForMyHorses

 EXTINCTION OF SPECIFIC   SPECIES, HOMO SAPIENS   EVOLVED FROM HOLY SPIT 

Before whatever will become reality once the holy missiles get laid in their respective holes

Hope swelling to avoid being ignored for a flash of the Singularity succubus, all up with trolls

Don’t freak out once you’ve become awake, you & I for what it’s worth, we’ll appear #woke

Confidence man that I am, a conman for short, I trust nobody who can justify twitter pokes.

Immortal only in the concept of spirit or soul, nothing lives forever in memory recollection

You and every other man & woman citizen of the United States join me as a non-Christian

Nothing personal and no axe to grind on the sharp slate yet the kick stand needs greassin’

Read every word on the screen while looking into the eye of the camera, look cool, my son.

From the first clearance of the veil which barely disguised an image, you got thunderstruck

Never again at the altar of the holy of holies, confession, communion, ordained God’s truck

Hurting as the loud sounds emanating from the Bose 901’s blast in & out of my mind’s eye

Millions of naked apes ‘ve become sterile, 150 sun revolutions, 2024-2174 A.D. apes’ extinct.

Parking a flying vehicle isn’t necessary, all vehicles fold like magic into a briefcase-size valise

Odds are never even when you’ve found out that notion before or after the favored status

Confiteor Deo the omnipotent one who directs the cause-and-effect traffic, you’re the Stith

In boots or just for the day barefootin’ in the cold, hard dirt of the commonwealth of filth.

Uncomfortable with the unthinkable, blind faith more than the band of useful idiots’ gang

Keeping the many higher than the mob needs to be, followers of the inciteful Marxist ring

A Robinhood type of life on Earth, content to be stealing from the wealthy to help nobody

Not one poor boy or girl, man or woman or hermaphrodite or castrated male left on a wing.

Uncertainty is a principle that I’ve gleaned from studying philosophers & philosophesses

Several in person at the colleges and universities which entertained my GI Bill presence

Tantamount to the pinnacle of upper progress, tip top underfoot, a long way down under

In arears for delinquent rent, this pot of gold comin’ will take care of a year in advance.

Not the writing of good jokes with hilarious punch lines, or a Pulitzer prize for Prose skits

In fact, an incognito bazooka Joe message at the bottom of the cartoon guffaw in bytes

Truth be told, lie to me and you’ll never know an undisputed One, only one becomes One

Untied knots & straightened out the kinks, cocksure, valid conclusion, I’m a seventh son.

Nevertheless, when it comes time to depart the terrain for the Unknown, it’s all a dream

It must be a live, living walking from point to point, misled by blind faith in fantasy cream

The whole pie is right there on the table, sliced in eight pieces for chosen eight knights/one

Of the Octagon Table, six sides of a deadwood plug, hysterical history of bar-brawl fights.

Winners who sometimes kill the losers in battles of the Wars also rewire the DNA eggs

Pregnancies of the unfortunate girls and their sisters and grandmothers with two legs

Hearing the Truth you’ve called the Lies before your eyes blinked wide-open, all-in awe

Barbequed the butchered flesh and bone, mixed the grains with a magic, witch-potion.

No panic in the calmness of the sea of tranquility, a reminder of a prenatal conception fit

Specifically, generally the substance of the whole shebang will vanish with the last word

Forms of subjects & predicates expressing arguments pro & con for a philosophy sword

Insiders fill the gamer’s board with distractions between the GO PASS, up, up, upward.

Here’s the time for the expression of an overview gleaned through myopic concentration

As you’ve fallen into slumber, before you reawaken the brain’s mind psychic malfunction

A program inserted for download & deletion, as above, so below, it is all One & the same

Supernova, crush of love in a black hole’s Singularity, burnt offering, played it’s a shame.

On any given day of the week or month or year, it’s always a matter of time in Space junk

We left it all to provide our signature of sloppy generation of living things evolution flunk

Nothing anything created can do other than follow the program, clock’s goin’ tick tock too

Older or younger, death will be the answer you’re gonna get when your corpse flips to goo.

Monument to your mama & papa who conceived you in the back seat, ’57 Chevy or ’68 Dodge

Salute to you and the Falls of Niagara, feel the water all over your bare skin day & night, man

Pink to ultraviolet blown atoms from photons to quarks, don’t ask for proof, google it for doge

Once you contain your enthusiasm, go back to sleep, dream upon cloud 9 as above, I’m a fan.

Heart and soul is all you have go back to once you awaken from the slumber, it beats blood

Success or failure of your ability to survive as the most fit in your family of humans’ so rude

Some girls know and others know nothing more than their fathers divulged, made of Mud

Beer drank, wine drank, TV watched every move I made, reverse hypnotism in my blood.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, July XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Gleaned from the cosmic slop while jammin’ to #AintNothinLikeTheRealThing @GladysKnight & @VinceGill link @ https://youtu.be/0Niou3l6Zcc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Ahistoric Black Hole of the E, the F & the G-string, the Dog backwards @GladysKnight & @VinceGill

IT’S ALL IN BLACK & WHITE

,,,,, x2 – y2 = 0 ,,,,,

In the funky heat of the night, I see the reason why there’s no free will here, now or ever
For the love of the gods of Aristotle and Plato, before Noah’s union junkies struck for 2X2
Who the hell trapped the wild cats, rhinos, hippos & giraffes, where in hell rang hell’s bells
Preachin’ to the choir for donations & tips, I’m not beggin, it’s a gift from the empty shells.

Keep this under your hat if you have one, if not you then who? IMHO, it’s your mama, man
You cannot deny that without your mama, you’re nothing, neither here nor there at any time
Completed mission by gasping one last time before rigor mortis sets, high angel that’s singing
Sunsets only in an empty mind of a perceiver, Earth is wobbling, spinning while star-revolving.

Strong to lift the weight & complete an infinite pace of progress to the final expiration of me
Totally full bone & muscle, minimum of fat for the fist fight with the jealousy, old man & a sea
Deeper than you know if it’s ever been deep at all to your shallow comprehension of the joker
Future creature feature is merely celluloid projections on a blank inner-face, unhooked looker.

Can you do what you’re good at, lie with all of your might when someone asks you to confess
That you robbed the mighty Spades & Whiteys who met you at the crossroads of their finales
It was a matter of survival of the most fit to fight for the inner spunk, gifted from parents’ yin
Yang in balance, control with a being known to the deaf, dumb & blind without wisdom’s sin.

Be here, there, way back when in meta-speculation of the nature of rowing a boat in a dream
Wake up but don’t be woke up from being in a daze since the birth out of mother’s loin seam
Era in the Future will recollect this Present as the Past, they won’t give a hoot for you or me
Nothing personal, it’s like a supernova before the thing itself participates in predication’s fee.

Play and listen to the music, Doobie Brothers or any Vanilla Fudge from any LP, in the grooves
Nothing like the actual studio sound on your Bose speaker 901’s, it’s the scratches & skips too
Sometimes a warped & never-flattering needle jumping/skipping grooves back & forth moves
Which thing itself you’ve accepted as your personal inner self, draw the .45’s All Night proofs.

Support the jock straps that hold the family’s jewels up and out of the kicking, hurting way
You’re skating on thin ice in the lukewarm Springtime, ice cold in Iceland so have a nice day
Goin’ north to south pole & around the equator from the stratosphere to the core’s deep 0
Ask questions as a high grade intellectually unchallenged individual would, hit ‘em high & lo.

Harmony you’ve been blessed with, the fastest woman to run away from the out of shapes
Says that it’s no big thing, DNA of my & your parents are the matter of invitro fertilization
At first, there was only One, then another to show asexual before the sexual reproduction
How the things that are different shapes & forms, some consumed others subsumed apes.

Pork rinds swallowed without the liquid get you choked to death, can’t clog the lung’s skin
Preaching to the choir who already has been dead before, a time or two, maybe more for kin
Myopia is the reason but not the excuse, an inherited involuntary response to a knees’ jerk
Complete isolation of Oneness inside of the egg in a womb, violated by a spermatozoon quirk.

Inside information on the bottom line, zero between the negative & the positive, left to right
Bears, lions & wolves all scout for prey to feed the family of thieves, leftovers of a knife fight
Pride, cubs, pups, adolescents eat it if it doesn’t smell bad, if it tastes good, it’s good as gone
Whatever is dead becomes food, sustains or extinguishes every cell in every body’s At one.

Losing the excess weight by the incineration of fat milk of magnesium & horseradish mustard
Gas named after the light coming out of the closest star to Earth’s wind and magic hot water
Excited atoms in the ecosphere, took my breath away from me, forced me to give up a ghost
Animated my feet for the sake of my parents, Puget Sound sacrifice of a northwestern coast.

Flowers grow out of the buried seeds in the stardirt ash of Earth, leftover big bang angel dust
Distress signal performance of S.O.S. from the bridge of the destroyer, Space’s Timing nothing
Answer to the equation’s factoring is built within the rules discovered through trial and erring
Finale, curtain drops with a mic drop to the floor, about face & walk right into a gold earring.

Hiccups ended the silence, too much carbon dioxide invading the hemoglobin, rejected notion
Commands of your living spirit/soul can be observed in the use of rationality and pure reason
We’re all ridin’ dirty on the mount we’ve consigned for the duration of an infinite revolution
If you don’t reincarnate, karma is even with the alpha & omega, for what it’s worth, I’m all in.

Game is never over until the gasping of your shocked monkeys give up the holy ghosts
In the in-crowd but the #Crowdfire is down & out for the count, it gives God the most
Drunk the brew and swill to wash the dead plants and animals, fruits of the rando loons
About face & forward march until I bellow, “Halt One, Two.” then At Ease, all too soon?

If the conditions of the premises to the argument for the exposure of the Truth are false
Then and only then, if I might add, always it’s an illogical, irrational deduction or induction
Respect for the law of the conservancy of Matter and the facts of Life your mother sucks in
Knowledge rather than ignorance, 16 feet down under the high dive, skull & bone broken.

by
rjj Stephan, I

c.  Lundi, 7-23-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to #TheOaklandstroke @TowerOfPower on youtube link @ https://youtu.be/aNd3QE6CIL4?si=X73tXdUxZ9qS_LXE }