EVERYBODY'S GONE SURFIN' U.S.A. #JacuzziJack @WashingtonHuskies @TheBeachBoys

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

I GET AROUND

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As cool as the spit in your mouth when you’re lost in the dessert without a canteen of H2O
Sudden impact of the darkness’ starlit sky with the dessert calls of night creatures of blow
We can’t see the Truth since there seems to be none available without the fool proof cons
Pulling in the gullible to the nest of snakes, a lair of lions, either way, y’all gonna still die bro!

Divided and conquered before you knew it, let your guard down from the tight gripped trip
Solo in and out of the mix, compound is the nest’s creature in & out of the ovum’s wet slip
Lower below the uttermost echelon of the pit, it’s the one you see when you look out below
Hot or cold, in five to ten minutes, the corpus will become dillecti and you’ll pucker for blow.

Home or far away on the opposite side of the base of origin, still under One star’s galactics
Mercy in the cage when the crack stays open long enough to leak out the open gash for kicks
Liberty to lie as if the Truth mutates into it’s own contradictory, propositional logic, all mothers
Knew they’d find the trouble with making love, conception of the viral punks made by fathers.

Fear you’ll die, you’re right on the money, hence get busy & do what you got to do, no time out
It’s the game that is On, it ain’t Off until I say so, you’ll hear my last gasp, it’ll be your last doubt
That I was always the One that kept the motion in locomotion, the loco was all in my own mind
Cool or slippery when wet, hot potato, the species spits in slits, fires up mitosis of the third kind

Billing the mothers and fathers for being too lonely not to commingle DNA, can’t be all alone
Love & Hate alternate, a kiss first & then a final divorce decree, separation of a daughter’s son
Colors white to black, auditory vision in 3D for the initiation of the extinction, all too humane
Like it or not, no choices for the minions, be The Ball, dribble, shoot, score & drive me insane.

Dams of the gods, kept the gas combo of liquid close to the vest, to fish & wash the funk out me
You got some too but you can’t admit the Truth to anyone, the Word can’t get out, the gods see
Happy girls & disgruntled sons of the happy girls get together for holidays that ain’t gone south
Fried, cooked, seared, baked, heated, burnt out mind that eats all words put into the big mouth.

Guessed correctly because there was no choice, freedom or servitude are a flip of the switch
All we have can be eliminated in a heartbeat, then it’s all over, hot karma exchange for justice
No more time left for the unborn nor the dead & gone, timelessness got nothin’ on me, bitch
Stay long time, a quickie won’t do, marry your daughters to the androids who won’t take a pizz.

Fools congregated for the preachers to mend from their lives of random chaos, pretenders all
No chance for a second chance and there is all there is to it, jumpin’ for my love & yours, call
Me when I hear your voice makin’ a move on me, One star in One constellation’s psycho funk
Jump even higher than your feet could ever fly high for you, like magic you can smash a dunk.

Ready and waiting behind the curtain like the wizard that never was Oz or a wicked west witch
All the right moves in synchronicity with the essence that preceded all of the existence, beotch
Filters clear, only catchin’ the truth & a slow groove, all the lies about the nature of Love’s kicks
Slow hand at the end of two arms that realize the place in Space that evokes the stars in chicks.

Global thermonuclear exchanges & fast moves to be the king of ballistic missilery, megatonnage
You have never had anything like the thing itself but you need it to graduate into Troclom Tricks
Where in the blazes that may be is what this here & that there are all about, no more nor less
Something that never existed before the conception, dream within the dream’s infinite clicks.

Alright now then there’s a lot of karma comin’ down on my soul now at 72, I put it off for a few
Now, the chickens have come home to roost, rebels and the Yankees all know it’s all about gold
Contracts to force the deal to be square, nobody gets away with murder, all about cosmic stews
Gas within a dirigible is in a constant loop of hydrocarbons malfunctioning as if God’s got Blues.

Tricky as what no other effect has ever followed, daughter, sister & mother all wanted screws
So, I fled into the flight of the Air Force that inducted my 12 years of unmarketable scout skills
It’s a drag to have wasted that time doin’ this & that thinkin’ patches and badges of old fools
Leaders who malfunctioned & then tried to pass it on down to the minions in the mass’ Pool.

Rock in the world, all that’s left of the supernova, 7 notes of treble and bass puttin’ on the Ritz
Recall the gravitational Void will appear but nobody will know, existence will be broken into bits
What they are precedes the essence of what we are, still runnin’ around the clock, 24/7 bad sin
Know it’s gonna end, even though I love forever to be, repairing the malfunction, fix extinction.

Everybody knows, you know & I know that it’s all about the California girls Sacto to Corona town
Sitting on your fence waiting for you to mock my indecision to get down on one side or another
There’s no help on the way, there really isn’t any justice here or in the after-life, you’ll judge it
Not for me to say, que sera, whatever will be will be, future’s ours to see, it’s divinity’s gambit.

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s a really dusty road to be on with no broom or a blower, you’ll see nothing clearly, Everclear
Inebriated ought to be aware, to survive as the most fit do, you must exude fierce power, fear
Nobody that confronts your face or back is allowed to violate a tiny mind’s eye of work today.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXIV^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @1705 PMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @TheBeachBoys #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/uU0BOyQRjWM }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#YourKissIsOnMyLIST X's & O's from infinite Lipz that exist to get Flipz!

 

CONSTANT STATES OF THE INFINITE’S  AMNESIA

Now & then, you’ve had a tough Time of it accepting one mortal nature, Space death of us all
There ain't no justice, postmortem has no answer except, WTF did Earth come from? A Bang?
Come on now, we weren’t there but we’ve constructed language to yield yet One mortal Yang
Ala Herr infinite Ying’s supratomic disaster awaiting all Ends & Means, ourselves, all suicidal.

Born to be wild, free, mortal runnin’ with the wind blowin’ sideways into the falls of Niagara
Over the edge where the water drops into gravity’s snare in the recycled H2O, never for RA
Sun, superstar that shines closer than the rest, hundred million miles away from hot blood
Staying cool but not frozen, ice-cold feelings disregarded in a mirror but effective, wet mud.

Be dishonest, you have no skin in the game & it doesn’t matter one way or another, lie to me
Begging for words to mask a Truth to be uncovered by Holmes-type investigation sleuthing
Cause of the first effect means that #TheChicken did indeed precede the laid DNA birding
Without the Thing itself there would be no other things, mortal or immortal, to be not to be.

Open close eyes of blinded boys and girls associated with the philosophers of Karl & Fred
Putting the nihilism in your baby pablum force feeding the hungry critters, innocent, dead
Of the importance of your personal parents’ love and devotion to your well-being, word up
Devoid of the feeling of happiness and contentment, led to a sheep slaughter for Zeus’ cup.

Dog food for the masses, buy a case or two to avoid the metaphors of Man eats Dog’s food
Puddle of blood underneath your 208 bones, can’t stand-up comedy although y’all should
You don’t know like I know or maybe you do, in any case nothing matters & if it did, I’d expire
Without any ceremony, wake, funeral, monument of engraved granite-rock, soul lit, on fire.

Conspiracy to fix your dull gaze upon the inner society you’re not any part of, all in plain site
Of your mice or your women and men, spiders, snakes, insects, bacteria and old Dolomite
Bringin’ the fools back to the jungle’s deepness, ghetto of the streets ‘tween BS & hot kicks
Being is less or more than enough, got scars and tattoos to remind you of unforgotten licks.

Knowledge although impossible is still all there is left of the ignorance of the Cro-Magnon
Nimble Jack jumpin’ over a candlestick and finding your mother & father in bed, havin’ fun
Kind of weird seeing your origin, once again conceiving something, a form of daughter/son
One, twins, triplets, quads, quints or sects matters to none but mama, on to her extinction.

I suggest running and hiding from the Truth, it’s naked and it’s not for the innocent of guilt
Full responsibility you’ve assumed, before your conception, you’re still undersea in the silt
Flagged for danger to avoid extinction, it’s all you’ll get, a red piece of cloth waving to & fro
Ready & get your consciousness set, only we know, life ain’t easy, whistle lips, let’s blow.

Ennui defined, I’m not your thesaurus, therefore, google it, start Marx’ search engine, hottie
You’re lucky to have lived to be able to wonder why you’re alive, what happens when I died
I’m long gone, but this bears repeating, you’ll be dead too, like your poor kids who ain’t fried
Hum along if you don’t know the song, got only 7 notes on scale, Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti.

Work hard for your bread, it goes in and out of your proverbial pocket, as if it’s not for real
Yet it is all there is, then you die & someone disposes of the remnants of the skin & bones
What is consumed is defalcated and then defecated in an infinite cycle until the supernova
May be today, tomorrow but for certain not yesterday, bend over me & kiss me, mitotic ova.

Funny to have more money than anyone else on Earth, a billionaire for real, Reality of One
No more than that one can handle the shattered Many, a leftover of the Big Bang’s All Done
Subatomic to the macroscopic and galactic up unto the cosmic totality, mental image void
Nothing before & Nothing after, here & now where you are, dog head Jesus was an android!

Think I’m wrong & that’s OK, at least you know the Truth now, incredible Vibe to carry-on too
Until the day you die, you’ll recollect the day you became conscious of the reason for being
On Earth, alive above the dirt or dead & gone below it, full skeleton & skull’s bones, be King
Of your breathing function, follow rules, avoid humane judges, online, in print, black & blue.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, X-XXII-MMXXIV Anno Domini

{ Copied out of my mind’s eye while in audiophile mode, jammin’ on @TowerOfPower #WhatIsHip etc… link @ https://youtu.be/PF6uVdmXYKs?si=VMXJcM4ZNB0HTvf7 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#CapIt #FirstCause

SERVING EVERYONE IN THE CAVE, CAN’T HIDE THE INVISIBLE

Devils stole the mink and the king-sized beds in the dark caves by the mountain high
What you don’t know won’t hurt you, by the time you find out, you sacrifice to the sky
Every time and every place we all come and go in Space, here and now, then it’s all over
Caput, down underground or DNA ash in a vase called something you got to keep, a blur.

Seen and disappeared in a small point that couldn’t be made, fell back into a swell dream
Out of my control, I’m asleep & the causes are out of my control, I deal with the effective
Which come & disappear as quickly as Jack jumpin’ over candlesticks, I ain’t even lyin’, son
Serve somebody like the Lord, Christian God, Ala, Budda, Zoroaster or some alien Persian.

You know this and that from the fact of life that you haven’t impregnated any eggs in wombs
Whiskey and milk drank by mistake, just because the child wanted to drink the sweet highballs
Inebriated without the devil knowing it was true, whiskey ice cubes, pushin’ bodies out, shoot
Scattered your brains into the bucket whether you liked it or not, now it’s too late, you’re caput.

Stay with me on the path as I speak with a forked tongue, long-knives as my grandfathers died
Moving from East to the West or South to the North, either way, every way, stealing the silk hide
Buffalo and indigenous population of a King’s & Queen’s size, particles in theory, vaporized tribe
You are the know it all, who knows it all which is everything nobody else knows, your top secret.

Slip of the tongue allows the words of Mum, a string of pearls that nobody ever sees or wears
Like the song, “Just Because,” You’ve Got To Serve Somebody, get used to it, one choice dares
Completely a circular jerk in fond ponds of your babies and mothers of your sisters, hero Bobby
Getting the effects precisely as bribed to grease the gears, here & there, at will or in Hell’s lobby.

WTF are you referring to as above, so below, you mean that the human & divine are all identical
Lucky you’re not immortal. being an ignorant moronic idiot 100% of the Time in antisocial dome
This here & that there, all atoms from nucleus to galactic, atomic trash, like your diploma PhDs
Hot mess, you are ignorant of the heat, like a frog in a tepid pot of H2O turnin’ to boil-freeze.

Play the games with rules written on the empty boxes, unknown to discovery, holy scat dumps
All over the world, like grace & sin for the karma pretending to pay it forward to the chumps
Our ancestors may or may not be legitimate DNA donors, yet they’ve come & gone for good
Left writing on cave walls, on stone tablets Hieroglyphic pictograph hand wrote, scribble mood.

Much time on their hands in the early cave, pre-Adama Eve, made up the whole story, occult
Leave it right there, unknown propositional logic from Aristotle, Plato & women in a holy cage
Soul’s love is so pitiful, poor & ignorant, it’s not their fault they’ve inherited inferior RNA, as it is
No matter which way you go, you’ll serve somebody, your clan or daughters’ sons, Kool Aid fizz.

Lights off when it’s the Last Call, might be 2 AM at the edge of town, Jersey or La Jolla, SoCalie
Lights out every night, except your last night, my last night, everybody gets just One, you’ll see
Make out right, get even with Karma, blow through the solar system out to the Singularity Sin
At the bottom of the dark star, middle of the bullseye, in a trance with destiny, #Jimmy’s the Jin

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, ROCKTOBER XXI^st MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BobDylan #GonnaHaveToServeSomebody #TheDevilOrTheLaw on a youTube loop, link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU?si=jQGObaf1qmio6uT0 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?