GOIN’ ALL PERISTALTIC WRATH
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To the salute of all of our groovy girls, mothers’ dealers’ rapists, papas of my grandfathers
Without whom, we do not take our first or last spirit’s breath, news of fake fear down here
I play 2018 AD recordings of trumpeting blues of old Davis of Miles’ empty dipsy dumpster
For myself and the Others, cousins, sisters, brothers, I’m only a mighty wee-boy youngster.
Of the nature of our septic system, holier than a sewer’s ecosystem, I am a blind skeptic
Recycled after all is said a he last straights, dire ones tryin’ to get what you really want
From he exploding supernova big bang bong Verde leaf and stem, a wishing well font
Smoke's fire filling us with happy desire for static’s blue fire, in hell’s overwhelming sepsis.
Recycled after all is said a he last straights, dire ones tryin’ to get what you really want
From he exploding supernova big bang bong Verde leaf and stem, a wishing well font
Smoke's fire filling us with happy desire for static’s blue fire, in hell’s overwhelming sepsis.
Walk the Earth, on the hard filthy dirt goin’ down, gassed, choked, grey stud steeds
The softness of the liquid gas of Christ's mind and his OP Levi folktales of done deeds
In oneness, afar from the particles of matter preceding atom & the disobedient atom
Charm, the beautiful good, bad and ugly, play it again Sam, ad infinitum, #gitsome uh, no.
The softness of the liquid gas of Christ's mind and his OP Levi folktales of done deeds
In oneness, afar from the particles of matter preceding atom & the disobedient atom
Charm, the beautiful good, bad and ugly, play it again Sam, ad infinitum, #gitsome uh, no.
Playing the notes of octaves to the lone, irregular #FakeNews heart attackin’ code blue
There is nothing but what it is to be a human, just short of human, a mutated Z-chump haze
In my case, just a man, an outsider pretending to be under your thumb’s print, fight foo
To be an ape, god or man, one and the same, son of a son of son, Renoir artiste out-of-phase.
There is nothing but what it is to be a human, just short of human, a mutated Z-chump haze
In my case, just a man, an outsider pretending to be under your thumb’s print, fight foo
To be an ape, god or man, one and the same, son of a son of son, Renoir artiste out-of-phase.
There can be no escape to your mother or wife, they’ll never guess what you know, forever
They comfort us because they love your night dream, when you’re asleep and never awake
But this factoid is far beyond their scope, your fear, beyond hope of good or evil, love to make
They can’t repair the riff of rainin’ dope vibes, full of the bloody energy on this 12th of never.
They comfort us because they love your night dream, when you’re asleep and never awake
But this factoid is far beyond their scope, your fear, beyond hope of good or evil, love to make
They can’t repair the riff of rainin’ dope vibes, full of the bloody energy on this 12th of never.
Bloody song of regret, of blues arranging singing in the atomic fallout, gold and silver reign
Hiding moon’s light and rays of the fired-hot sun, reflected con job drippin’ honey in my bed
Going home to mama won't work when in the fire, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Playing with fire, looking for that lost, total joy, cream dream of hard rockin’ sea of the dead.
Hiding moon’s light and rays of the fired-hot sun, reflected con job drippin’ honey in my bed
Going home to mama won't work when in the fire, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Playing with fire, looking for that lost, total joy, cream dream of hard rockin’ sea of the dead.
F I N I S // #ExitStageRight
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r j j stephan, I
c. FREEZEMBER sEx, Two Oh One Eight A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ drafted long ago in a #thumbdrive from #cielo, up above, so below, it’s alright now & while listenin’ to Prague, Czech Republic #NoFilterTour The Rolling Stones on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dsHObJnTKJQ }
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