#TimingIsEverything #SurfingMaui #TheoryOfNothing @ChicagoTheBand #TheFourWindsBlowJobsAbroad #BluesInTheNight #PayUp #Payoff

MY TOUR OF DUTY

base 1971 KEESLER AFB, MISSISSIPPI @vietnamwar

BEACHES ON HAWAIIAN ISLES,

A STATE OF BEING AT ONE TOO

Welcome home, aloha & mahalo for being here & now, free choice or karma debts

It’s an eye for an eye & a tooth for a tooth, two eyes & thirty-two choppers, 2 sets

Now for the future living in the past, that’s fleeting presence, now is soon, near miss

Not only do you know the Truth but also you don’t believe the wisdom you possess.

Think if you’re all too human, it’s your coup de gras on Earth, save your soul in Hades

We’ve gone to pot, grown weeds to cultivate & burn for the distortion quickly fades

Likin’ your haircuts, half-dead folliculitis in every cell of your skin, head to toe & foot

Blame and acceptance flow, oh poor orphan, test-tube baby without original sin soot.

Kept your mouth closed shut without saying anything about the nature of the beastly

As you know it, the sons who roam the east & west coast beaches, don’t wanna work

They want counterrevolution of the volunteers, break down the power into atomic fizz

Boys and girls born to fatherless children, raised by a state of civilized good, bad & ugly.

Broke through into this side from the other side, it was the former not the latter, I beat it

Followers and the followed all pretend to know what this means, high without a thought

Danger to be fake hurt and die of unknown causes, above the dirty water, my home sweet

Place in Space I named Home, they said it was, I couldn’t argue, I planted both of my feet.

Under the mud in Mississippi & on the sand of the beach at Lake Michigan, I launched it

Almost enough fuel to get to the destination but I ran out of energy & settled for the s#it

It’s what you can guarantee for the satisfaction, psychotic reaction & non-sequitur logic

Into the vortex down the rabbit hole with the hares and foxes, they call me dago & spick.

Boys in the ‘hoods my parents moved into were not the astro scientists of a windy city

Dreams had and faded to black, as above, so below it should be, faced the facts, sittee

Hunger and thirst will murder you without intent, no will to power, just a power that be

Gravity, collapse the electrons & neutrons, protons of Big Bangs & molecular WW three.

You know you ain’t a fortunate one, lucky is not in any deck of playing cards you’ll ever see

In San Francisco or Cherry Hill, it’s one coast or the other, your destiny draws you to a sea

People are just people without bald heads and flowers in their hair, fairy godmothers all

Hair in your juice and you are dying of thirst, gag you with a spoon or take a tumble, fall.

Highlights of your mother was the climax of your origin & your punch into the open air here

Players and managers of the game, begin & end as above, so below, with a cool keg of beer

Judge the books by the covers, what’s the alternative? A blind man’s bluff, just Helen Keller

Playing the strings and horns, beating skins & tins, music pray for the prey, God will eat fear.

Count to ten but hide your eyes so you can’t see where I hide, within Kick-The-Can bounds

You know where the glue is, it’s home & gaol at one & the same time, a bar of dog hounds

Why was there nowhere to run to? Nowhere to hide right there in the middle of paradise

Son, it’s no good to overthink it, I’m with you every step, can’t stop ‘til I close my two eyes.

Too high to run away, I’ll choose to stand back & chill with the comfort of my spoils, earned

Hiding in my corner in plain sight, invisible though in this chain of linked fools, none’s dead

Chains linked, severed due to pain & suffering, pleasure to get away from the hold, free too

Worry ain’t in my repertoire & shouldn’t be in yours, I’ll get you out of the chain, no fools.

Where I want to be is right where I am, if you follow that philosophy, know this, chain-free

Bums and junkies don’t ever go home, took the wrong path but it was a junk fool, a stealer

What you do to get the fix, what a big pusher needs, to shut down your mojo in utero hurt

Cerebral or stoned out-of-body experience, all of the above is better than casket-coffin dirt.

I got some rules, gonna go catch a few surf waves, wait for me on the beach blanket & bingo

Bad guys taking people’s private property for fun, the sheriff that I am, got crooks in synchro

With my Jesse James & Billy The Kid attitude, the bad guys didn’t know they were goin’ down

No path to being good for the evil lurking with a PhD in Acquisitions, killed the funny clown.

You wanted and you needed somebody to love, flew the airplane into the ocean, 96 tears

Spirits flying without their wingman, I am what navigators need, watchin’ your six, all fears

Out of your mind, out of body experience, OBE like the dead & gone, hearts bleed out/in

Hero & heroine, apes with no hair, afraid of the naked legs and arms, asleep, woke, in Sin!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, August 22, 2025 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this nut while jammin’ to @SpaceOdessey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QFSE4dUJYM8?si=Gzqcgtm626rDG2s6 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#SuckAllAirOutTheRoom #GravitationalCollapse #RosesAintRed #QuantumComputers #4thDimensionalMetaLogic

cash to buy me a boat

It's really no problem to be misunderstood, it buys me some time to catch some rays

No shoes, no shirt, no problem, tank tops, flip flops, beach sunsets on west coast sand

Killer creator of the heavens, the planets of the stars & stripes up your yellow hind

Pink or an invisible blackness pull the whole shebang together & blow your mind.

Songs sung, poems read, book reports on novels and novellas to achieve Nirvana blue

If it's not being alive as a human on Earth, I don't want it, you can choose disembody

Although you won't survive the shock to the nervous system concealing such a hottie

Feeling good one day or not, the very next day you die without noticce, nobody knew.

You thought Homer was a moron, Hal makes Homer appear like Jesus Einstein, man

Sickness unto death will flip you out before you lose your bid at divine consciousness

All too human to put too many stems and seeds in the baggie buds, pop-a-top woman

Seriously, this is @StringTheory @QuantumPhysics, #TheoryOfItAll, a Goddess.

Computer made H2O & H2O made Life on Earth, Goddesses invented Life's movie

Animate life to appear as a cartoon, still life moving quickly as if it's a human race

And so it is, human racing each other getting faster & faster to reach the end of life

Why?  No reason, it's irrational, to attempt success doomed for failure in yo' face.

Laws and the limits of unstable waves in the cosmic soup will warn not prevent ends

Huff and puff to blow the whole house of cards down, undersea quantum code bends

Zeroes and ones, electrons, protons, neutrons, Time and Space in parallel universes

Electrons occupy the same place at the same time, identical twins of zeroes & ones.

Fission and fusion with quantum computers will protect the human species DNA

Most high place for logic, top species survival of the most fit, avoiding dying young

Living to reproduce the offspring of the digital zeroes and ones, extinction complex

Acid DNA can't be simulated, Origin's gift of a Big Bang analog Singularity codex.

Everything, everywhere all at once, quantum speed of light honor to be here some

Played the games, rules followed and once I secured the way to checkmate, it's On

Nothing to stop my checking the king, dead into mate, I take his queen to my home

Intelligence nothing but the avoidance of inevitable termination, all matter at One.

I'm a passenger, didn't know it until they thrust obligation to be responsible too

For the sake of humanity, divinity and universality, the Earth signifies God's you

Oh woman, oh god, man, you must have eyes wide open to see the beast's nature

Strong survive & weak expire earlier than RNA programmed, past is the future.

Little crumbs of what's left over like the remnants upon Martian surface, no H2O

Spacemen sent to and fro, some died with all they knew, some live to keep word, son

That there is no divine creator of Earth's mythological saga of origin & damnation

Minimum's the maximum, above's the same as below, motor's runnin' & I'm sailin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXIst MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{  Flew ot of my FACE while jammin' to @VietNamWarEraMusicRocks on youTube link @https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKtYy9NcuW8  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

ME & MY BROTHERS IN SOUTH KOREA CIRCA 1974

@CoffinCorner Hangtown to Coloma, California #FromTheSeaToTheStratosphere #SupraSubStacked #CaseyKasemSPECIALhappyEnding #FLOsnips #BedBathAndBeyondNewsomeLosesome

flow IS THE WAY TO GO

A moment after I was punched in the nose, I lost a pint of blood or two

Seemed like a whole gallon, transfused before the operation, MF mook

From Texas or Mississippi, like a plague it got from Florida to Montana

Conditional digits flash zero to nine ad infinitum, Hangtown to Coloma.

Now is the time in Time, inside of the outer limits of a twilight zone soul

General and Particular for a subject and predicate, metaphysics of a hole

Nothing special about comprehending conclusions with truths as proofs

As above, it is exactly the same as below, regardless of your other spooks.

Think therefore you may be what you think you is, soda cracker you are too

No fooling your perfect perception, extra-zero of the plus and minus of “x”

Long number line from zero to infinity, multiple choices to swig more brew

Kegs & ponies emptied out after red solo cups all got burnt in a flambé stew.

Inside the labor force there’s a ghost remaining after the heroes all died out

After the battles on hallowed ground, their bones got a period & a full stop

Punks with greasy hair, combed back in a pretend barbershop group-pop

Road from the garden of Eden onto the road to Hades, God morphs doubt.

Jump off of the cliff to the water of the sea, down below the trails and beach

Deep breath & jump, eyes both wide open seeing the last sight within reach

Lights go out & it’s just like falling asleep on a blanket on the sidewalk, ever

And ever ad infinitum, above, so below, what will be, will be, that’s forever.

Prick up your ears so you can’t only hear Sound but also your blowin’ horn

This isn’t what is happening on Earth for all the dead & gone, all too human

Bright lights shining inside the closet of darkness, old ladies have no reason

Oh, your God didn’t create you? God is not dead since never was ever born.

Or will you know you’re dead once you die? No but I don’t know why, so

I’m doing my best at being the worst I’ve ever been, I have confidence ditto

Hard or softer rocks getting the rhythm & blues in order to reflect ghosts

They’re here & now, some time & then vanished, all night’s twitter posts.

I’ve no doubt about it, dumb luck takes care of the problems with destiny

Face it sooner or later, you’re in it to win it or you’ll die up high in the sky

Meaning nothing but the ways and the means to achieve nirvana is mine

Don’t own it, just using the thing itself, it’s holy oneness’ is so Pope fine.

Uncle Romeo married Aunt Juliette & were real life, daughters & sons

Of south Jersey near Philly was close enough to Brooklyn’s Bowery boys

Faces get pretty or they don’t, it depends on the DNA combo, Ma virgin

It’s what’s inside that counts, so they say, perfect form of flesh & bone.

Got bent just like my girlfriend who married me told me to, honey stealth

Broadened my horizon in twenty-four hours of unexpected introspection

I had to pivot from my original sin, biting into a forbidden fruit, apple sin

High up above the highest palm & redwood trees, bald eagles fly in health.

Between the origin of life and the final curtain, it’s a play on words to go

Pin cushion soft & ready for a stab and choke, the last one had a black belt

Retaliated & caused severe emotional & physical stress on the hero at hand

Fan means “fanatic” out of touch, out of time outs as above, so hot below.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August 20^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 808 PMPST

“A slow dance with fate, shoes untied, tripping over the punctuation marks of memory—every stumble a stanza, every gasp a rhyme. Words unravel between the edge of a whisper and the thundercrack of hindsight, chasing the truth through shadowed corridors where echoes sign divorce papers with invisible ink. The hero limps forward, carrying scars like curious constellations, searching in the dark for a story worth the bruise, a meaning stitched inside the aftermath.” 

By Artie fishell the intel Agents one