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HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA’A

In the last strand of string theory, there’s a lack of anything but the Void’s holy water

Maybe it flows and maybe it doesn’t, it might be ice, vapor, or an evaporated molecule

Matter, It is all that matters, words created from lines in the sand or red dirt, an original

No copies anywhere else in the solar system, galaxy & arguably entire universe of HAL.

Blown job inside of your recon kit, in case you get the Jones’ runnin’ amok in a wet dream

Within that wet dream once again, dreaming that you’re dreaming & can’t wake up a team

Faith in what will happen tomorrow is a phantom of everybody’s opera, faith no more in it

Sounds & feelings to hear & feel, sights to see, scents to whiff, all immaculate taste of chit.

What I can say, I can tell you all, you may not believe but you certainly will in live thin skin

Lying in a morgue or just fell into some unimaginable situation, at Peace or in the holy War

In the end of the line, there is the oneness like no other place in the whole universe’s spin

Dripping iced, boiled coffee grounds until clearwater turned to chocolate brown for ½ & ½.

Apparently, the appearance of a shining light in the darkness is a magnetic attraction to It

Anything of any planetary species requires rivers and seas to flow, incredibly golden chit

Before mankind discovered WORD, there were only bacteria and viruses to be, a Big Bang

Think anything but rhythm and rhyme & you’re in good company, a queer quotient rang.

Cause just before the primary one to be the godfather/godmother/god Amma for reals

Hits and misses when you have nothing but fortune and accident become moot, Id feels

But the super-Ego and it’s only minion, the Ego mind mines the diamonds, drinkin’ Tang

Dreams nothing but reality you find incredible, you have the Will to Power the shebang.

Did you live out your life to be thrust to the end of the universe, no saving holy Ones in

This Twilight Zone of Causes & Effects created in perpetuity to the inner demons, all I am

Twinkle little or big star, it’s all the Will to Power gleaned from the classics of talkin’ heads

Right here & right now, tools only telescope and microscopic flick of the switched creeds.

Originating before presence in fertilized ovum form, you didn’t exist, once & for all Time

Synchronized minds of millions to group think one way, never another way but One, ever

Criticize my critique of Syntactic Structures, Noam Chomsky all good, I don’t GAF, I’m free

Pops asked me if I had any questions about birds & bees, gave the lowdown, apple tree.

Down the same drain your forefathers measured for burial & atom distribution to the wind

Man, unkind as it sounds, must eliminate the roaches, rats & odor defalcation all in the mind

Dim lights & dim wits all of which become burnt into ash, disbelief kicks the cans dead ends

I’ve lived & died right there at the dead end, by a fire hydrant between cotton tree depends.

Fire in the hole, subject after subject from Spell to Math to Geographical Wah-Wah cultures

Looking for work to get paid to pay for the food to eat & quarters to inhabit, bunkbed pure

Systematic as the Earth wobbles & revolves about a burning black hole, you can’t look hotrod

Naturally you’ll go blind, your retina can’t get next to the God, we worship, the sun of God!

Over & under the plans of mankind, there never were any except pictographs & hieroglyphs

Inside of caves on the walls, inked up & never rain washed, why & where they came from

Nobody knows, a bunch of the foreigners before the USA became the power, all masons free

On being a man who knew the lowdown, it pays to have good karma, be nice as the nymphs.

Lost the light in the darkness, didn’t pay bills, I was laid off, I lost my paycheck on the lottery

Loaned more from the Man, interest 25% compounded daily, I’m now the gangster of a hood

Hired the spies & compiled the strategies, executed the plan in a perfect synchronization ditty

Secured on an island, hilarious as Gilligan’s show, mamas fine, species survived, got all woke!

A jitterbugging for the rocks that used to roll before the necrosis set into the sinews & bones

Still kickin’ in my barn though, got the bull by the horns and it’s the prize of the holy i-phone

Got all wound up ‘cause we were gettin’ ready to roll up to the coast, rockin’ by the seaside

Pacific or Atlantic don’t matter, I’ll take the Gulf of America down below Texas, my fly bye.

Mixed up only deep within my own thin skin, bones & sinews keep the verve keepin’ cover

To my one mind’s eye, the two in the sockets and I know the ending of sight-seeing, it’s over

Morning dawn to the sunset of evening, chimes of the bell tower wakin’ up the i-Phones

Growing upon the whippersnappers who bounced on the knee & then threw the stones.

Rising up to the top where the cream survives the heat of the burn into gas, empty tanker

Ran out of the fuel long before the cruise in darkness, floating and gliding down to Earth

Peels of the peaches and space junk that floated about until gravity called it a mortal’s sin

So and so, it’s what y’all are, what I am is what I am or what is it? Figment of imagination.

All completely severed from the Oneness, being just one of the many billions is shorthanded

Nothing t’all you nor I may inject will help the situation become optimal for the minions of all

You know and I know that many fish are Humuhumunukunukuapua’a, but they do not know

No brain or mind, just swim, consume, inject ova with Cheerios & Wheaties juice, let’s blow.

All gypsy men lookin’ for their homes, they got to find a place for the safe home to slide into

Hearts and souls depleted regenerate the effulgence lost in the trip down the fallopian tubes

Maybe you’ll run right into the exact target you’ve aimed for, maybe not, you may die empty

Just because you thought you were so pretty, took advantage of the miracle I made, yeah, me!

Calming the sea of tidal waves comin’ into the Jersey shore, chairman of the board’s orders it

Hence, the water stops churning undertow & acts as a swamp, dead sea of life, not one teat

Keeping out of places we’re not allowed to go due to pressure on our genome, we blow sheet

Can’t glean the Truth from the bull’s scat applied to philosophy & religion, I’m agnostic, Eff It!

Pressure inside a container will implode if the whole shebang is inside of a vacuum sans air

Hits and misses on the bulls’ eyes are what it’s all about, you will never know the Words again

Silence is as golden as the silver bullets in the werewolves’ heads and hearts, but I don’t care

Words, sworn in pathetic vulgarity, in jest or in complete disbelief of the Whole, a Holy Zazen.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, August XXVth MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

{ Kicked this out my head while jammin’ to @WARtheBand LIVE on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbB0FOrynAA }

F I N I S

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GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.

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IF THE SURF’S UP,
 I’M HANGIN’ TEN WIPEOUTS

* * * *

One mere false move and you become extinct, it ain’t our fault, it is your own free will

Backbone got slipped and y’all forgot your mojo left your 208 bones unfractured still

If you all didn’t walk forward and backward, you’d develop a faux inferiority complex

Slippin’ into darkness on the deck got my tailbone tweaked, rescue me, all pain sucks.

Fully faded to hot black with the whole generation of a century, 1900’s annihilated to Void

Simply, full complexity of histrionics and recorded perfectly, high fidelity IQ of an android

I super washed my dirty laundry before you got here, bleached whites & color never died

Bonehead skull above crossed leg bones grew your hair long, hippy got schooled, they lied.

Analogous ghosts haunt digital souls, nowhere to go, skip some between memory & myth

Neon flea-flickers spill top secrets across the shoreline, sand- coded dreams lost undertow

Days dissolve into cassette tapes unspooled in soundtracks for the edge of new punk kid

Riptide of progress & nostalgia, kids ridin’ breakers of what was, clutching pearls in a skid.

I pray you’re right, the next swell will carry us somewhere we still recognize, no rock sand

Bury your face up above the Earth’s surface, launch on a spacecraft before luck depletes it

Nobody has ever survived the state of being a mortal animal on Earth, not even a woman

Which would have happened the next day after the genome dropped, stop & look my man.

Undo nothing because it’s impossible to succeed, Nothing feels as nothing else in the cosmos

Nauseous due to the beast’s need to get behind the cart rather than lead the dumb as bolts

Crystal clear that you are the fancy pants on your side of town, blue jeans & denim like sons

Think then act advisory or expire as an atom of fission eating a subatomic god particulation.

Knobs control the all too humane ape-like perpetuation of the gravitational collapse of Zen

Not taught by teachers because it’s unknown to them, naïve mothers raising kids in the Den

All of what happens above and below the Earth’s ashen boulders & pebbles, It’s A Wash Wish

Experimental intent, the day an animal mutated from a plant, DNA/RNA in a glass petri dish.

Random chaos within boundaries of the whole shebang, order of things flows as river to sea

Check your six at the back door, front door is locked tight & superglued shut to keep out, Me

Why that is important is because I don’t keep secret Truths to myself, I tell everybody to die

There’s no meaning to living any life if there’s nothing but Void after being alive, boldfaced lie.

What in Hades are we humans, food no animal eats, just burnt & buried death do us part it all

Only you know as I know and if you don’t, you will discover sooner or later, Life is a ton of fun

Trust me about your Last Rights, Self you are, you realize that DNA dies, ghosts have no RNA

One day before conception, Nothing, now decades hence, one huff before death, #woke DNA.

This can’t be all there is, like the song sang by @BrooksAndDunne, this is a place Space, Lost

You and I’ve been North, South, East & West, seven continents & island volcano lava magma

Pirates and navies sailed and landed approximately right there where you are, sitting so pretty

Gave up no valor since it couldn’t be stolen clothes & medals, all for One & One for all to see.

Things and places where all things come and go to and fro, the whole shebang is inside of US

Your mommy & daddy, whether they raised you from birth or not, they created your soul l’il

So tiny it couldn’t be plagued by the permutations of the Big Bang creation, or is it? Big OMG

High probability of seizure, failure of all Life that depends on air & H2O, a prediction genius?

Play on words or not, the truth of the conclusion of every argument is a leap of faith, I believe

If there were any alternative to continue breathing & functioning as our ancestors, we’d know

There ain’t a UFO in your backyard, your friend’s dreams fade away with time as aliens fix chit

Lottery gamble on the way it’s gonna be, double bet hunch, or it might turn into squat, S#IT.

Caught up with the bumbass while I was starring in a Hollywood movie with a World War of It

Keeping what can’t be kept is not only Evil but also, it’ll annihilate the only Good leftover chit

Inside of your head, spilled wine leaves of the grape squeezed out of the seeds of ol’ Johnny

Apple grew out branches, I didn’t spill the wine, I didn’t bite the apple, now stop it God! Si??

I’m innocent of the crime, trust me, I swear on a stack of bibles, but I don’t know why, I swear

Could I be deceived at all like all the dead people who used to be alive on Earth, all right here

Hard line, it’ll be a Hard Day’s Night every day until your last one, happiness’ fleeting chimera

Makes you smile and be happy to know and love, parent, sibling, friend & especially enemy.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August 23rd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #ElectricLightOrchestra #DontBringMeDownNUTS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/FuiMQPc5aKA?si=t_LD8ez7SwDIYl-i }

F I N I S

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#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 }

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