#GoToChurch @NickKurtz #RookieOfTheYear @OaklandA's #SPRINGSTEEN #KickedAroundSinceIWasBorn #Today only 74 years ago 8-27-1951 #StayinAlive #74 #HitME #IfHasteMakesWaste then since I'm wasted I may have been too hasty! #HappyBirthdayRicoMon #SilverDreamsGoldenSmiles @CarlosSantana

SYSTEMIC PLANETARY TRUTH

Schizophrenic intrusion into the peace with dissolution of the stasis of One’s yin yang fun

Inside of us all, the thing that dies when we die, come on you know my point, oh godson

Nobody has children that don’t ask what happens to the people they see pass far away

I mean well, not casting aspersions but morons & idiots can’t handle the actual display.

Y’all are still oblivious to the words you’ve learned to interpret with adept acuity, being One

It tastes like it smells, nasty until you get used to it, pot of fermented cabbage over spiced

Now, be here and now, present in the momentary lapse of your rational mind-playground

Happiness is the end point, target locked in for a direct hit, y’all skatin’ on such thin ICE.

You best believe the tenets you’ve gleaned from the blind faith handed down from slackers

Your ancestors and mine, whomever they were, unidentified objects of a cosmic dust off

Speed of achievement is important but remember that haste makes waste, double backers

Whatever it takes to do it right the first time, every time, that’s a Way to be named, jagoff.

Ride until you’re too sore to hit a gallop, the sooner your boots get out the stirrup, All Good

 Pills swallowed yield Freedom from stress, conceptual analysis to be of little use to be rude

Using identical premises lead to deductions but One assumption is vast, God above’s alive

Last time you knew anything solid, you were being cut off the umbilical cord, bird-bee hive.

Whatever it takes to achieve peace at death, grab it before you run out of Time, so transitory

Causes of everything have effects which also cause an infinite series of effects, end story

Fools ruptured the matrix & can’t find a cherry Pitt as It was before conception, I know it all

Facts of life are no matter for discussion before you’re 12 years old, ‘til after teen age balls.

Tons are each 2000 pounds & a million tons are 2,000,000,000 with a “B”, that’s all there is

Matter vanishes with your consciousness, wait & you’ll see I am right, smoke screen fizzes

Getting over the realization that you’re gonna die like all of the other living things you saw

Tic Toc to the clocks, strike out & the game ends, Time Out forever, One divine heart seizes.

As a young stud in my teen-age years, just like many others in the 1960’s, I had a 1st date

My shoulder wouldn’t accept any burdens more than the ones that were necessary spawn

From my own someone else’s loins, the result of orgasm is a coin toss to be a rook or pawn

Either way you’ll get turns to move, to a check of the King, give or take a Queen for a mate.

In no shape to engage in self-defense moves, but I will if I must, I’d go into warrior mode

Might begin slow with knife and sword but no gun powder fired projectiles from the road

This world is large but not infinite as the nature of the cosmic honkies, my neighbors all

Either one of the seven continents on Earth might put the cool into the epic Neanderthal.

I have less than a few more moments left to attempt a lucid account of existence being me

More or less, finding the eggs in the nest unguarded by the parent birds meant omelets free

Plastic surgery made the ugly and pretty become passable as one & the same family of kin

Bloody bones, replicating DNA either ad infinitum or ex finitum as above, so below we all in.

Cheating means nothing but breaking agreed upon rules & regulations, getting all jacked up

Jokes are funny only if you grab the punch lines, if not, the joke’s always in the joker’s stirrup

Ride on steel horses, they roll on two or three wheels, no four-wheel drive slidin’ down CA-1

Country, rockin’ blues & dissolving into jazz, dead musicians left the living in holy debt, son.

Old or nouveau matters as much as Big Bang & the Tiny Poof, prima donna loves wise ass’ 2

Knowing everything to be known, you’ve been around the world & fathered twelve with a 1

Reality sinks in and you wake from your somnambulistic reality, all into blown mind’s blues

Hard day all night, Earth spins and wobbles to make you think, Life on Earth is a cool ruse.

Invented by the dead guys & girls while they were alive and kicking in the barn’s stalls’ sheet

Between you & I there’s a tall, jacked-up wall that we can’t get over, alright from jump street

Think thoughts means you’re all too human, first to the last gasp of gas, until corpus dillecti

Tell the children before they get too old, they will become skeptical the longer they get high.

Follow whomever your karma magnetizes before your body metastasizes good to go to Ego

Super Ego in a mind’s eye psyche, categories of categorical imperatives, win, place & show

Race is on counter-clockwise around the track, why that way, what the hell, one more shot

Drink Black Jack Daniels with CocaCola, 3, 2, 1, let’s go, gotta fight the sheriff for my pot.

Kill the lights, change the sheets & hop underneath the quilts, I’ll be in bed once in a while

Maybe not when you think it’s appropriate, that’s usually my skeleton key, unread jpeg file

Light is ultraviolet purple & infrared scarlet, between the red, white & blue, allegiance code

Occult becomes known, Will to Power magick, immersed & all in phuqin crazy Heart mode.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, August 26th (holy two-seven) MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Kicked out the galaxy while jammin’ to #HillbillyDeluxe @BrooksAndDunne on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/H3QEKT2mk_Q?si=FpQadADbl6h3ZULJ & #WhosThatLady by @TheIsleyBrothers link @ https://youtu.be/nHp4Nk7fS0k?si=_cpnxY1q_N-GJrva }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GLOBAL

#SPRINGSTEEN

@EricChurch

#GypsyMan #CallMeOne #GrandSlamsMLB2025 (April-August) #Chicago #LakeHumuhumunukunukuapua'ua

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

W.W.A.R.D.?

Got wood ??

GRAND SLAMS 2025 A.D.

#SurfingBigKahunasOnLINE #ShotsFiredInTheDarkness @PulitzerPrizeNominee P O W E R (?) "IF THE SURF'S UP, I'M HANGIN' TEN WIPEOUTS" #NeonMoon @BrooksAndDunne @Don_Henley #LastWorthlessEveningYoullHaveToSpend

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

W.W.A.R.D.?