CONTROLLED BROADCAST OUTTA CONTROL, DIVIDED, CONQUERED ROCK
Young & foolish with the undeserved fame of the minions who seek my controller yet all fools ain't It
Like the blood-thirsty vampires and ghouls who haunt the Octobers like they're goin' all professor scat
If a man don't have intimate relations with his own ego and Id, unfortunately THAT spells the DOOM
With Freudian conception & application of Intent of the ID's Superego's #2296, random Rando dumb.
I'm not kidding about the feeling, it feels good for a second & then it's pain & suffering of a Savior, so
Your heads above the water but still you're takin' on water, One's consciousness fades to black & blue
Now you know and you can't forget because you ain't even here any more, you flyin' with angels too?
Heal the whole world now like a miraculous feat searched for by the gods of the mighty cosmic stew.
Deep water is the underground of Time & Space, shots of pain's suffering in the veins, thorns insane
Why in the name of Bealzibub! You've forsaken me? You haven't, oh I see, pretty girls & the leg pain
All just because I was all too human, a man of distance and letters of alphabets, common ground cool
Still without a compass to know directions of up & down, two choices but there's more connundra too.
A punch in the guts or head, puts my funk to sleep or out like a red light in a New Orleans' bum rush
You know, what you eat, think, smoke & dream of fools in the marketplace, mothers' invented for you
Never missed a beat with the police and sheriff's offices, my brothers, sisters, fathers & mothers train
Souls of US all poured into streets of Chicago & Sacramento, searchin' for pretty girls & a gin flush.
I found them all by the bridges where the deep water flows, you could throw it all in there & it flowed
Down to the mouth of the sea, Davy Jones' bones & the other innocent pirates and their booty trunks
Homeless and without any purpose for being alive here & now, the directions are still up & down This
Neither denied nor refuted by the philosophers of perished ruins, All Is One & angry for All, I pizzled!
Gimme some of this & that and then I'll be good to go for about a New York Minute, the fix is all shat
No way out and hardly any way in, everybody knows what it's like to be Alien, your mama knew sin
Mortal or venial doesn't matter much, disobey the powers that be & you're sentenced to be God's kin
Here and now we are, you, me & the rest of the all too human species' genome, so what? Ah, fuck It!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi @ 3:33 AMPST ROCKTOBER 18th, 2021 Anno Domini {Right?}
{ #GimmeSome ... jammed while listenin' to #OutOfControl in a loop by the @RollingStones kickin' me in the head on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dBfbprawaFU }
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