ME, ME, ME! AIN’T YO’ KINDA MAN
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Are you a phuqing moron? I have nothing to show for the good fight of supernova self-dopes
Imagine things that you see when you see Nothing-At-All, it’s a Void to avoid umbilical ropes
They will hang you or electrocute you or poison gas you in a thing called chamber of my ‘X’s
Where death comes callin’ your name before the rest of the fold, words got a nuance, hexes.
A magic spell for you to repeat ad infinitum, you can either find gold or diamonds in hehl
Music of the muscle heads without the grey matter charged up with the verve of the gods
Melting the abject fear in a puddle of holy mud and bloody micrometers of the rung bell
Ringing a ding dong sound, calling your deeper self inside to come out of the red hotrods.
Killing it and reincarnating it into my dreams in this cosmic menudo template of psychos
Crawl above the ground to the 8 miles higher than your grave in the ground beef of Blows
Addicted to me, that plant’s crumbs are ground up in microscopic bytes of burnt DN acid
Utter kindness when the mercy kill makes sense, to save you from from infinite pain’s Id.
Supreme or insignificant argument for the nature of the beast you can’t Google, it’s so TNT
Command the beast within you and you’ll comprehend the Ends, It Is One, a prisoner’s free
This world is shattered and split into smithereens for nobody to see it, a puzzle piece skid-all
My ancestors who hid in caves from the dinosaurs drew pictures, deadend on LeClaire's wall.
Domain of the world generate straight lines from birth to death, I’m all that’s alive, it’s done
From my mother and father, the creeps tried to steal my liberty by deception, all in good fun
My love and fortune as they were before and after birth’s death, firing Kim Komando my boy!
As above, so below, all the same thing in an infinite dream of empty space, the Bronx’s Void.
If you bet on your own team to win, how can you lose? You knew it would be a long shot bet
It’s my long knife, it’s my sharp sword, my self defense of the thing itself, one more thing set
Mold of the shaped form of mud and blood and bone coming to Jesus’ empty crucifixion bone
You cannot rise from the dead if you’re dead, no God almighty, no Evil Genius of the genome.
Pure love and hate in the ‘hood, in the streets with your rubber gym shoes, double speed hops
Above or below the rim, shots rain from heaven and swish for two or three from the arc’s top
In between the sheets or underground below the dregs of society and the ilk of yo’ mama milk
My dream ends when I say it’s over, no accidents will terminate my existence, karma like silk.
Groovin’ with a flattop crew-cut pops gave me sittin’ on the toilet in the bathroom by the door
It was all over every time pops said, Richie, get in the bathroom, givin’ you a little trim my kid
Until I left my father’s house, I was his to train for a trip across cosmic black ice, ah #phuqme
We came together and we didn’t come at all in premature ejaculation of factoids’ stoned sea.
Want your freedom back? I won’t keep you down, I’m just a candle in the wind’s malfunction
I roved the ground of being and gleaned the relations that enhanced my Oneness, reject of sin
Disobedience is my forte, an obstinate young boy, turned mad teen wolf, eating girls I’ve won
Don’t worry about me, me, me ‘cause I am rich enough yet a beast of burden, ‘I am The ONE!’
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r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM, #MidnightTilNoon 24/7
{ Jammed out of the blue sky above and black space below while metabolizing the TheRollings HITS 2020 on youTube link @ https://rollingstones.com/tour/ }
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FINIS
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