#GAGAS
WHO CARES? VACCINATE HELLO, BY #CRT MEAN-TWEETS
Underground, critical race theories of Earth down under gold, invisible core of a blinded faith
To believe in the gods or God in the One Form or the Other, even the pan-atheism of a wraith
All of the above and below the magnetics which spontaneously generates the DNA cell forms
From nasty ignorance to fake pride in martyrs, there's gotta be something other than worms.
A tragedy that you don't know, that we're all playin' because we got lucky in love, I deleted It
Things themselves are forms of Matter, miraculous search is over, it'll all be over in a little bit
Planets lined up around a burning gas ball like electrons circumventing a nuclear coincidence
Apes evolved naked of long hair with a chip on their shoulders, commandments made sense.
Ten or two, all made to be broken, laws of man made by the pretenders who created ghosts
Of the rats and the all too human, who run with the devil counterclockwise around the tracks
All of them, each and every one, is mortal death in a swollen bag of acid, just sayin', let's roll
Comin' in first place and snagged the gold, race and the winning is everything, bury the troll!
Moping around the ranch and the farm until you see someone who cares about your sorrows
That you've failed at living life's process of being happy & so free of your mom's apron bows
On your own, you will either survive or die trying to breathe without earning room and board
Mentally in decline, physically infirm, critical race theory of idiots you got, you're a red horde.
Purple majesty of the funk and wagging dog tails of the ghettos' mothers, disadvantaged girls
Of air forced down, unaborted throats of beauties aiding families in a swing of delight's whirls
Flatten the curve of body bags, we're runnin' out and we're will begin to incinerate the corpse
When life ends, disintegrate it's leftover matter in hot fire consumption, A Void is The Source.
Nuts and berries mixed with the burned muscles off of animal bones, some forms not others
The untamed carnivores want to eat us and our children so they're as good as dead in traps
On the hung with stone rocks, spears, arrows and hidden holes in the ground's baited hooks
Dreams animals nurtured into adulthood, killed by men, fed the hunger, so I read my books!
Germination is everything and without it, everything is nothing at all, that's the whole Truth
Nothing but the Truth so help me God, goddesses & the Void's Suchness, a Zenish forsoothe
I'm not saying I know anything, I am saying that I know Nothing, intimately emptiness' chum
Always with me & with you as long as your viral CoVid19 remains able to be, killer, awesome.
How horrible can you get after you die when you're either ashes & bone or down six in a box
What matters is that you arrived on Earth and thrived while alive then left a debt to the rocks
Earth will get all of you in the end, there's no choice other than to go with the flow, it's on fire
I'll be there too, when all chips are down, pencil me into a corner in Space, in Time's hot wire.
Long lost friends only a shout away on the android or the apple, too far away to dial a pest
Although that there can never be true because it can never be false, you say what, say, yes
Stones rolled on the stage & began to play the lead and the rhythm around the back beats
Lips and tongue danced and pranced about the stage of wood & metal, screwed below feets.
Critical Race Theory stuck into my arm on two separate occasions, all for the herd's immunity
Gave my good health up for the genome, for the pool of strangers, round holes, square pegs
There's a billion of them all looking, all too human, race of purple, yellow & white sox yankees
Three steps up & two steps back, bassinet left a casket empty, it's about old men & salty seas.
Step on my six feet when I'm about that much underground, in and out of conscious fanfare
A creature feature right in front of your own face every single day whether you like it or not
It creeps and crawls and sometimes jumps right out at you when you forget it was even there
Like tumblin' dice, an empty grave, a man alive, jello shooters for lunch, God is screamin' hot.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July 28th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{ #CashedIn #UnderMyThumb #CoVid19VAXsquared ...drafted this jam to a July 4th, 2018@RollingStones #Prague #NoFilterTour concert link @ https://youtu.be/JgxkCy02OaE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Underground, critical race theories of Earth down under gold, invisible core of a blinded faith
To believe in the gods or God in the One Form or the Other, even the pan-atheism of a wraith
All of the above and below the magnetics which spontaneously generates the DNA cell forms
From nasty ignorance to fake pride in martyrs, there's gotta be something other than worms.
A tragedy that you don't know, that we're all playin' because we got lucky in love, I deleted It
Things themselves are forms of Matter, miraculous search is over, it'll all be over in a little bit
Planets lined up around a burning gas ball like electrons circumventing a nuclear coincidence
Apes evolved naked of long hair with a chip on their shoulders, commandments made sense.
Ten or two, all made to be broken, laws of man made by the pretenders who created ghosts
Of the rats and the all too human, who run with the devil counterclockwise around the tracks
All of them, each and every one, is mortal death in a swollen bag of acid, just sayin', let's roll
Comin' in first place and snagged the gold, race and the winning is everything, bury the troll!
Moping around the ranch and the farm until you see someone who cares about your sorrows
That you've failed at living life's process of being happy & so free of your mom's apron bows
On your own, you will either survive or die trying to breathe without earning room and board
Mentally in decline, physically infirm, critical race theory of idiots you got, you're a red horde.
Purple majesty of the funk and wagging dog tails of the ghettos' mothers, disadvantaged girls
Of air forced down, unaborted throats of beauties aiding families in a swing of delight's whirls
Flatten the curve of body bags, we're runnin' out and we're will begin to incinerate the corpse
When life ends, disintegrate it's leftover matter in hot fire consumption, A Void is The Source.
Nuts and berries mixed with the burned muscles off of animal bones, some forms not others
The untamed carnivores want to eat us and our children so they're as good as dead in traps
On the hung with stone rocks, spears, arrows and hidden holes in the ground's baited hooks
Dreams animals nurtured into adulthood, killed by men, fed the hunger, so I read my books!
Germination is everything and without it, everything is nothing at all, that's the whole Truth
Nothing but the Truth so help me God, goddesses & the Void's Suchness, a Zenish forsoothe
I'm not saying I know anything, I am saying that I know Nothing, intimately emptiness' chum
Always with me & with you as long as your viral CoVid19 remains able to be, killer, awesome.
How horrible can you get after you die when you're either ashes & bone or down six in a box
What matters is that you arrived on Earth and thrived while alive then left a debt to the rocks
Earth will get all of you in the end, there's no choice other than to go with the flow, it's on fire
I'll be there too, when all chips are down, pencil me into a corner in Space, in Time's hot wire.
Long lost friends only a shout away on the android or the apple, too far away to dial a pest
Although that there can never be true because it can never be false, you say what, say, yes
Stones rolled on the stage & began to play the lead and the rhythm around the back beats
Lips and tongue danced and pranced about the stage of wood & metal, screwed below feets.
Critical Race Theory stuck into my arm on two separate occasions, all for the herd's immunity
Gave my good health up for the genome, for the pool of strangers, round holes, square pegs
There's a billion of them all looking, all too human, race of purple, yellow & white sox yankees
Three steps up & two steps back, bassinet left a casket empty, it's about old men & salty seas.
Step on my six feet when I'm about that much underground, in and out of conscious fanfare
A creature feature right in front of your own face every single day whether you like it or not
It creeps and crawls and sometimes jumps right out at you when you forget it was even there
Like tumblin' dice, an empty grave, a man alive, jello shooters for lunch, God is screamin' hot.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, July 28th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{ #CashedIn #UnderMyThumb #CoVid19VAXsquared ...drafted this jam to a July 4th, 2018@RollingStones #Prague #NoFilterTour concert link @ https://youtu.be/JgxkCy02OaE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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