#FortunatoAndMe #DionAndTheBelmonts #JohnCougar #RockPaperScissors #TILT

DOWNSIZED, BACKSTABBIN', PRAYIN' HANDS CHOKIN' IT

Lonely mama said I had a lot of nerve when she tried to modify my adaptive, fake out behaviors

I did what I could to think and act like nobody in my family, I'm showin' nobody any back doors

Imaginary inside of your skull & outside of your aura and halo, dead gods never were to see me

Folded mother's arms or tiny orphans of Mr. Smith & Jones' wives & the sisters of havin' mercy.

Kindred spirits escaped from the cauldron of fired up gas, naturally wide opened to the hot cells

Nothing and nobody in the center of this thought's process, you've got the whole, holy hole part

Then you've got the rest of everything else, the unknown occult, linguistic uncertainty principles

Sugar's sweet, sour milk of mothers teats, wives & soul mates doin' the Do Si Do & they're OUT!

Brothers and fathers in Time's places in Space, leaving the DNA code, undecipherable, in cognito

You'll never see it, nobody you know will see it, even the people on Earth who know, can't see it

Something that's to talk about is the existential nature of Eve's feast created as Adam's first kiss

Reason & logic modifications of moronic ignorance, factoids to be a naked-ape-God's Dam bliss.

Pushin' and pullin' on the strings that animate the puppets seeking the Truth about our creators

Who fashioned Forms head to toe, who clothed, raised & caught the waves I surfed to 7 shores

Built from scratch that didn't exist a moment prior to one ecstatic conception, a mom got used

Made you from the premises' injected venom, you're a foregone conclusion, rationally deduced.

Searched and found the miraculous inside of the nucleus of an atom of Helium, a joy to a world

Three dogs or nine cats and a hyena, either way it's all the same difference, then we all hurled

Regurgitated the softer matter, indigestible by the inferior chemicals but that's all that there is

Grey or white hair or bald as a white feathered eagle, either you do or you die, in a Slo Gin fizz.

Africa, Asia, Europe, Southern or Northern American magnetic pole territory above & below It

Love's a train, a caboose is always behind the loco motive, crazy primal idea of a bird's tweet

Meaning of words describing persons, places and things recovering from addiction to @SEALS

Cold water, frozen ice or vaporized in a @GlassHouse pipe of purple & red flowered bud deals.

Burned & fried mind in the brain, just to make sure that everything is copacetic & so fine man

Recollect that lost memory one second and forget about it the next second, just all too human

Funk and Wagnalls had nothing more than the sounds of vowels & consonants, strung out silk

China junk & poppy smoke rose from Kung Fu dead & gone, steady leakin' viral, pandemic freak.

So, it's Live, it's Evil, forward and backward, always and forever from your conception to demise

Burnt, dead cells without a soul is One Way to go, the other is blood sucked, formaldehyde flies

Lookin' like you're sleepin' or just a thought in a living memory of those you knew & left behind

To see and to be no more, birds and bees remain with the descendants of the #Woke, my Mind.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

( Dedicated to my Godmother, Josephine Alfano-Stopka RIP mama & drafted while listenin' to the #100GreatestSoulSongs of the 70's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X7ses5rI5U4 }

* Matter Over Mind & Mind Over Matter, "Nothing matters & what if it did?" #HotNightInAColdTown & HITS by @JohnCougarMellencamp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0IiKdRHTIYQ B-)

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