#DryAsABone #WaitinToWadeInTheRainWater #HereComesGodsWORD #WADE in #IT #H2OGod #KebMo #EvaCassidy @PabloPicasso

WADING IN H2O, AWAITING DIHYDROOXY BAPTISM

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Nothing itself moves me at the gates of hell too, yet there’s no other place above or below

Kill a switch is a bit different than the switch mama axed me to pick from the squash patch

Discipline baptized and confirmed in my communion & confession, to be Catholic, attaboy

From K.C. to Providence and back down & over to Houston & San Diego’s ocean gods, ahoy!

Hollywood could have slipped you a Mickey and you didn’t have any idea, you cancelled life

Died and left your place in Space, where gravity & centrifugal forces merged in a holy orbit

Elliptical wonder, no traffic in the way or in the wake, found in broken xy water of yo’ mama

Perfect punk you evolved from that zygote, innocent & aware of Presence, future’s pastime.

Full Monty or just a quick trip to Big Sur & Monterey’s peninsula jutting out from Mendocino

It ain’t there man, it’s San Ysidro or up north of Weed, I forgot the CIA & FBI harmed my soul

Silenced by the gold, called the Silence itself golden, as if White Noise is Nothing, I am free

Israelites or Pleiadeans who came & went above & below It, a meteor of prophetic folklore.

Soulful spirit ghost without matter, an invisible, imaginary vision of smoke and mirror hype

Now you know you forgot or just purged from your recollection for survival, pipe dream type

Kidding you like being in the confessional with an imaginary Jesus in the dark, I’m sorry man

You spent a lot of Jack on edumacating, that parochial papacy, served mass, all too human.

Burnt up tryin’ to enter this atmosphere, you’re here, gates of hell we remain ‘til dyin’ days

Enjoy the ride, rocket ship or snail pace, escape the 208 bones & that’ll be all of it’s phase

Apes apparently naked, exposed the wrap of the organic matter, skull and bones of ladies

Born through a womb of troubled ova invaded by a chilled out galactic system, yo’ mama.

Peeled back the onion skin and the exposure of the middle gets the last laugh, hear gods

Hosting everything between the TNT and the Supernova, implosion comin’ Black Hole Ids

Ego merge with the fire, you know that’s hot like the girls you thought wanted some head

False alarm ad infinitum, wade in the H2O, you can’t swim, you’ll breath in H2O, Be dead.

Scream silently & you’ll see you’re underwater, nobody gives a hoot that you’re even alive

Bubble escaping with the last of the holy air that’s only above but not below the sea level

No fish out alive in the air, no animals but porpoises, dolphins & whales be jellyfish amigos

Snakes and eels, sure there’s the amphibious & intergalactic traveling DNA funk, I suppose.

Hard or soft are the poprocks turned into lava & meteor platinum like there’s no tomorrow

Man, there ain’t any a tomorrow the day after you die, woman, man & every little thing, now

Be done, be prepared, as if you’re the scout you’ve been trained to be, at one as a machine

Corner of each block’s edge, 4 bases intersected, dead ended by two jiggers of moon shine.

Waded in the mudhole’s water, t’was thick up to my shins, only 4 feet deep, baby shot a gun

Baptized by the host of planetary life, a hawk turned up the heat in eagle’s nest of flim flam

Bizarre is merely the unfamiliar to the naïve and innocent, faultless with no harm done, son

Even if there was a modicum of harm done, nobody GAF because nothing matters, damn!

Imagine that you were just fine last evening & then out of nowhere, your hurricane comes

In & out of town in a New York Minute, like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ witch broom bombs

In the rear-view mirror or on the horizon, it’s Space’s Earth, spinnin’ yarn out of prison Time

Horrible or wonderful, it’s One’s alternative at this point of being at the scene of the crime.

Part of the whole in a fraction of the computation, juxtaposed upon peanut butter biscotti

Form of the shaped thing isn’t crucial to value, alpha-computer chip will part the Red Sea

Prima face in the right place at the right time to absorb & incorporate one Optimus prime

Fond of living and freedom from indentured servitude, which is an IOU, pitstop on a dime.

Funk on Broadway or depression down & out on Main Street, hobo like your inner voice

A disembodied consciousness’ disruption discussion regarding the nature of free choice

Either you believe you have it or you don’t and there’s no middle road between extremes

One way or another, bullseye is dialed in for a no-miss hit with eyes wide open to memes.

I paid but you may not have so I took credit for paying your tab, so you’d save face I guess

Pride and random luck of the draw yields a bet, a raise, a call & what you see what you got

Ace high flush, beats your three ladies and pair of cowboys kickin’ I the stall, joker might

Putting the liquid with the dense matter, masticated inorganic anti-matter in injected TNT.

Transformation of substance’s essence happens the moment you eat the whole shebang

Hosted enculturation of the petri-dish full of random pools of ectoplasm in uteri’s play skit

Trembling from fingers onto toes, never more nervous than the first time you find the coitus

Necessary condition to lure each & every one of the x’s & y’s to merge the mix in DNA pus.

Fickle finks from Philadelphia without a first clue to reason why they sleep & dream, a jig

Jumpin’ up and down, all around the mulberry bushes and wherever there is no more, dig

Lures casted upstream for the trip along the bottom of the slag from the mountaintop H2O

Melted snow from the oceans and rivers of a million years, more or less, it’s a put-on flow.

Done it all because it had to be done, a gravitational collapse is immanent & in the mix up

When the black hole pulls the far out rocks back to the origin, the ‘x’ Singularity’s tea cup

Eggs mitotically dividing without conception of genome, all sex & candy, immaculate son

Like Jesus & the saints who nearly became angels before they fell into Hell with the demon.

No imagination, it’s all reality which has nothing imagined, the real is not imagined, but wait

If impossible to imagine something, how can a fantasy of a phantasm be deemed, The Deal

The unreal remains after bodies die of disease or worn-out old age of the machine’s organs

Souls making one no bigger than either one, asses parked in Space that’s momentarily real.

The olden days that nobody recorded because they were illiterate with no in cursive or print

Hence, lost wisdom and knowledge left in fragments transferred to leaf of the trees, Mint

Gold value to diamonds self-worth, partner on my finger to remind me I’m betrothed to Her

My lady, po’ kid her father raised to find me, here & now, to fulfill the destiny of a twin tower.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER IV^th, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BrooksAndDunn jammin’ #Maria on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY?si=I9BhnLJf6ImdGpcb }

#WADING in #H2O #FamilyJewels #ACDC #Saved @PabloPicasso #WOMAN & #GirlInACountrySong @MaddieAndTae @BlakeShelton #BoysRoundHere @MavisStaples #WadeInTheWater #TroubleH2O

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PABLO PICASSO

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FRIED CHICKEN EGG + PIGSKIN FATTY PO’ BOY
Full house of aces and kings keeping the queens and jacks at bay, hackin’ a full boat gun
Et al that they have is all that there may be in the end, where brave women fear to ever go
In and out or both at the same time in a universal way, hub with spokes, man, it’s all One
Buried the Truth so deep that it cannot be ascertained by the simple minded evolved sons.

Beating you into a mix of chocolate covered Oreo cookies, 2% milk melts sugar ala hot lips
Breaking you into East Atlanta or West L.A., just around the corner from moody hooker hips
Could have been New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Mason City (not really MC), Moscow, Paris
Adding up a holy shebang, it appears to be a nightmarish dream of fools who can’t see this.

Clouded by the unknown, putting the backsides out in front of the torch, all men carry, too
Up and down, in and out, it’s the only way to keep the germs providing fodder for the blues
Free to spin the tops & yank the yoyos up and down the string, tricky as rock around a Bose
Nothing letting you be until you accept the thing itself, form an matter of the thing, Those.

Cutting you off of the team, warmed the bench with your faded purple shorts, can’t lay up
Jump shots all faded away from the rim, didn’t hit the net on the inside, missing in action
Hidden dreams inaccessible to the common human, boy or girl matured to man & wife
WTH is going too far, going all the way, in no sounds or sights until the infant cries for life.

No abortion, no adoption, no quitting for the all too human, gotta keep it up, go, go, go
We’re all going to the place that always makes us all, #GoGo, yeah you got that, cop blow
Hurry while it’s still hot like the lips you’ve kissed in the past when they be lookin’ good
Goddesses dressed to kill, for me & my entourage of One, we do what we do, in the mood.

Pretend or not, it’s all good, everything is real until it becomes the unreal, One, Two & …
It gets better once you discover that nobody made you but your mama & papa, not God
Souls ain’t rubber or in a salad, searched for and found nowhere, you angry with me too?
I can’t see why, we’re all gonna die & it won’t matter then, ergo, check your ‘tude, my fan.

Freaks just the mutated DNA that was intended to accidentally produce divine amnesia
Forgetting about the Big Bang & the Void that’s free of being, slaves or masters, in fuscia
It’s a turquoise deal, a purple majesty magenta cape and cowl, Batman’s Robin all funky
Just as above, so it is below, all our gods of our grandfathers and grandmothers got drunk.

If there’s anything alive outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, what we don’t know, will eat us
Not literally like a meal, breakfast, dinner or supper but in dissolution of the organic matter
It’s a happening that comes to living things originating from mitosis of mitochondrial events
My children I’ve never referred to them as such, my boys trippin’ as if on petty officer sense.

Between high rocks and low places where only sand keeps you from seeing an empty dot
Shallow emotional attachment to things] that appears when you’re wide awake, I’m a robot
Moving animated from the ingested dead plants and meat of anima, I’ll slam the open-door
Remember when you drank my Spinada & Ripple wine, we went to Chinatown in the SKOR.

I just gave it up for freedom, I knew the world was a ghetto although nobody let me in on sin
Had to run across Truth on a bus going to accordion lessons on Chicago avenue & Damen
Part of the whole shebang is enough to choke a horse, you feel as if it’s not enough to bust
Yet if you know anything about the Way, it’s narrow and difficult to tread upon, yet you must.

It gets tricky in a while, adolescence to adult, where y’all get phuq-up jitters to annihilate
Your relative, your neighbor, fellow citizen strangers & a plethora of unknown particulate
Headed for the center or the corner and either way, there’s nowhere else to relocate chit
An astro or fabulous Jetson-type of @ElonMusk making Time & Space’s holy epileptic fit.

Jump up now, don’t get on down the line, gotta score up in a bucket, it’s a swisheroo too
Created to be dissolved in a Singularity, sand, rocks, H2O & the magic sauce, word’s up
Spells makin’ a mixed bag, cornucopia of causes with specific effects, happy girls’ falls
Without the alpha female, there’s neither alpha male nor omega male, just extinct balls.

Prominent promenade displayed for the minions, believers and deniers alike to jump up
One last gasp, a final riff of the wind comin’ in your face, down to the iron-dome lung cup
Trippin’ to press the kill switch, it’s the triggered imagination to be the last cause of Gods
All about the beginning Alpha ghost of fog, to the bangin’ orgasm more phuqin hotrods.

You got something to say? My discipline of your behavior is somehow being mustered
By powers that be way above my pay grade, I do it all, necessary or else I’m stone dead
Fear has no reality within my brain’s mind, avoidance of death the only One, necessary
Sufficient to have that respect for the power, it’s all about orgasms’ DNA & a tooth fairy.

Hence, bury your bony knees at the wounded & stone cold dead, Made humane history
All love’s holy puddles & ditches of Salem witches, fill & dry up in concert, twist & wobble
Reruns of the same old thing, you and every replica of Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel ad infinitum
Singing this song, it rhymes sometimes, backbeat & rhythm goin’ down, add it up my son.

Buns in the oven, baked until golden brown, on the windowsill to cool for the boys’ swipe
They steal ‘em before I get back in 10 minutes, like they wait for the scent, then attack ape
Like monkeys in the jungle, they jump for the scent, the whiff of the dough and sugar icing
Meant to be, talk in one ear & out the other, flashback LSD, God’s asleep, jump, love, sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Rocktober II, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 2359 hours PST
{ Drafted #OutTheDoor jumpin’ @PointerSisters #JUMP in a loop

 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uyTVyCp7xrw }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

l.a. woman

#WTH is my @MonaLisa? #LaPlaca? PRONTO! Sonny, Cher & @KORNconcert #AllJackedUp @GretchenWilson @CarlosSantana

EXACTLY AT THE STRIKE OF ONE O’CLOCK

Now & then you transfix the thing that’s broke or misguided onto reprogrammable RNA

Creating something that never existed in that specific form ‘fore that moment’s lapse

Prima Face which should frighten even the most hostile alien from any other spatial pit

Between burning and imploding stuff within solar systems’ galaxies parsecs far away.

Trash is either odiferous or in the process of being disintegrated into thin air below us

As above it’s all around like the starlit sunlight and effulgence of charity and blind faith

Put yourself in her place, in his place, in our places, raise a hand if you’re a ghost fate

Parking parallel or diagonally on all levels from sub-basement to one most hip Cait.

Optimistic pessimist wandering Earth, coast to coast, border to border, until finale fun

It will come whether you pay attention or not, if you’re alive you’re gonna die, gotta sail

From port to port, sailing away with the wind at our backs, water dried up, let’s all bail

Only a few moments allowed without knowing the gatekeeper, there’s jobs to be done.

God of old man Spinoza is invisible powers that be, man in one thing, fear an unknown

 All alive will die in bed or just nodding off while sitting in an easy chair with a jive arse

Struck 1 O’clock every ½ spin of the planet, strikes 1 twice in 24 hours of all minutes

Hair split, someone can’t be quiet to listen to the words, integrate the minds blown.

Nihilistic habits of the people who believe the faith of Jesus Christ & other heathens

Buddha would have loved and treasured your presence and innocence of ignorance

He died, his body disintegrated but could have been masticated and defecated food

There is a little trouble everywhere and if you can see it, it will come your way, fool.

Playin’ the blues on the Stratocaster or the Fender, the jacks keep up the loud notes

Carrying the tune from toe-tappin’ to head-bobbin’ and all around the roses & boats

Checkin’ the bums and junkies that we made from scratchin’ their mothers’ behinds

Then if and only if you recollect the memory that slipped out our God amiable minds.

High ground balls cause unforced errors in the field, the mind works a bit like a slave

Paid nothing but a place to lay your head to sleep without bein’ mugged by old Dave

Love moves it all, doin’ unto others who are believin’ the same about tomorrow’s hit

I knew I would know it when I saw it, I wanted & needed it, now I got it, it’s The S#it!

I could prick you in your pin cushion, I won’t because I’m no pricker & neither are you

High or low, above & below simultaneously as your mother & father played the blues

Bonfire and a ice cream frosty are the things I came for, this ain’t right for the fools

A falling down inside of a maelstrom and at the end of the day, I win all gun duels.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, IX-XXIX-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CarlosSantana #DoYouRememberMe in #LupeLoopLink on youTube @ https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg?si=SJeC5j8yDaAYqhkV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?