#SolidWater #GasIce #Roadrunner @Santana #TheSensitiveKind #OMG

JUMP RIGHT IN WITH YOUR BRASS SHOEHORNS

Drumskin rhythm and beats down with it and it’s high time you left or else you’d just up and die
I mean, like it’s all been to die for, from birth to death, it’s all the rich, native PanAmerican Pie
Bing cherry or apple, peach or lemon méringue all for me and I will also get the holy blueberry
Sooner than later, maybe today, tomorrow or any moment, it’s high time right then, it’s Cherry.

As I trembled to death, I was cold but it was Fear that kept me alive, frozen tundra snakebit me
In my joints and organs from nerves in my toes and fingers to the mind inside my brain, set free
From gravity and the forces that be invisible as well as the self-conscious infant turned into God
Son or daughter of every single one of the descendants of Adam’s Eve on a pope’s lightening rod.

An anomoly of fading to black as consciousness flees the cause of our animation of blood & bones
Something in H2O and dead plants and animals, starving for attention and for the Dead Sea’s moans
Harmony of the shadows and small statures of the hillarious minions’ short & sweet shit for a brain
Misunderstood it, incomprehensible I thought I’d mastered the slave cylinders yet I did not hurt pain.

I saw my kin and friends lettin’ in the corpus dillecti while they were just alive yesterday, last week
Now it’s today and on to the future hustles of this dream medley, heart is throbbing for Truth I seek
It’s right there in front of me I’m sure, it’s hard to see but it’s hard to take The Struggle solo hustling
Meaning that you’ve got nothing other than tricks up your sleeve & a sleight of hand, cowboy thing.

Half past every hour, an accident occurs and changes the course of random causes of a finale climax
Knowledge and understanding of the wisdom only the gods know, only God allows, hollywood wax
On the holy walk of fame, there’s a star with a name, no face or spirit, just marble to outlast the kin
Fathers mothers, sons of the lovers, whomever they may have been, come over for the tin, I’m Sin.

Baby girl are you in or out, that’s always the last straw, the end or beginning of the trust
Of this man with a handful of stone charm for those who don’t see it comin’ outta dust
Faithful and grateful for every single moment I’m graced to be in your presence Id darlin’
Mega Eternity of an entity is beyond my timeline’s insight, horse in the race’s original sin.

You should have been aware that all Time is Money, without Money you get a Time Out
Souls of full fat and bones never hard to take if the mule kicks you up the side of the head
Of course, beggars, fools, thieves will get over when it’s all said & done, we hope, that said
Shots, swigs & back in the purple & gold pouch, shakin’ money-maker for Jesus, lord shout!

What’s crackin’? Same old, same old, yeah you know, it’s like this & it’s like that, y’all know
Perfect as random chaos can make itself appear to be, you here, I’m here & It Is All On Now
We all got it all, they got it all, reason for the whole thing is a state of mind, lose your mind
Nothing in return for the trade, the brain was trippin’ on the only things that matter in time.

Reality of the boys and girls on seven continents is you live and you die, mow Murphy’s lawn
Acceleration & deceleration of atomic matter and dark matter in sub-atomic form, news’ fake
What is the fossil and why is it we don’t recognize our own pre-fossil status on Earth’s moan
As long as it’s not a groan or a trick photographic anomaly, everything is beautiful, it’s cake.

Kick your electrons up a notch, neutralize your protons and annihilate your billions of neutrons
Density supernova terawatts all inside of the empty Space of the Void, including the High Zero
Monsters out of the co-idiot box into the infant minds of children motivate the old superhero
Superman or another hominid cartoon form of Good & Evil is all there is, blind faith my godsons.

Gibberish from induction to deduction, ride the speeding horse or stay still & remain silent a bit
Making the aftereffect of the cause of the annihilation be understanding of an impossible, last hit
Worms in Outerspace about us are the ignition of the dissolution & regeneration of perturbation
Word’s named sound of a terminator is just this, OOOO & MMMM vibrato orgasm, all too human.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, II-XXV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{Drafted while jammin’ to @Cameo #WORDup link @ https://youtu.be/b8pc8Rrfy5o Yo’ know the reason why, actin’ like a fool… #NoRomanceFoMe? #WORD}