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THEY WANTED TO SUIT ME UP & PUT ME AWAY, CRIED COMIN’ IN & GOIN’ OUT

This wonderful diatribe will hurt you more than it will ever hurt me unless I must repeat it ad infinitum

Meanwhile, during the most important day and night of your life on Earth, you become as unconscious

As the ancestors of our own vast origin of a hundred grandmothers who coupled reproductively in sins

From the Original Sin, disobedience to the creator of the universe and our own conscious minds’ kins.

Blinded faith in the unknown and unsensed by the five or six senses we acknowledge to be or not to be

Imagined a whole shebang just for the sake of hell I don’t know, you never can tell what it means to me

Been the sweet, sugar-Candyman met that girl on a Friday or Saturday night, made her panty’s drop-in

Get go and never gonna be sorry for the chaos, the mess leftover by the ones who are all has-been Kin.

If it don’t get hotter than a gas-lit fryin’ pan on a burnin’ stove, then it ain’t what’s happening to us all

None of us are in a different boat, all on one of the seven continents speakin’ Tongues of incongruence

Mathematical uncertainty principles see to function as the ultimate meaning behind the shadow’s lens

Microscopic blood cells in vein/artery flow defying gravity up to the skull’s skullduggery and nonsense.

Government's the devil spelled backward, l I v e d backward to the Origin of the Species, a pass of Time

Space between your ears & between planets, between galaxies of solar systems, shit don’t even rhyme

Romance and dance, that’s really all there is to it, you know how then your gonna do-si-so, like it or not

Your remains & the remains of everything that ever multiplied from the One, dreamin’ I ain’t dreamin’.

Temptations to talk trash’s cause as a master of no trade, I know nothing about back-stabbin’ minds

Magic that the Unmoved can remain at rest while absolutely everything else blows the stop signs

Only the One can remain at One, living thing can’t be seen, it’s the gnosis of the chips being dead

In prime, I’m justified to opine on the nature of idiotic morons who enculturated my innocent head.

Systemic DNA programmed to self-destruct in near a hundred years, trippin’ on star-moonshine

All of it comes and goes without our Will to Power, cryin’ for your mama who ain’t gonna boogie

She’s long gone and left you to fend for yourself, turn your ticket in and get aboard the slow train

You will whether you like it or not, dance on the floor with the rest of the boogie-woogie in pain.

Used to be the jazz and the blues and fused the whole shebang into a Jetson space sprocket spin

In your face or above you when you’re the ash and bone leftover from the BBQ of stanchion Sin

It stinks worse than the meat that you’ve BBQed on the spit and rubbed with the stink-coverage

Sauce from the tomatoes & spices of the East and West, to die for, no leftovers ever, same page.

Hidden’ in the backwoods ain’t gonna help you hide from the bloodhounds on your tail stinker

Bills and invoices all left unpaid for you to cuddle up to as soon as you get out of a prison tanker

Billy in the hills and that’s the way it’s always been, hide out for the illegitimates & outcast false

Some good, some bad & some just plum ugly as the worst sight ever seen by humanity eyeballs.

Disfunction of the calculus upon the stage where the herd come to see you successfully fail too

Booing your mistakes and playing the wrong notes at the wrong time, singing you’ve lost nerves

To be alone in the middle of nowhere, needing the company of hooks and their stones of blue

Mountains and hills cannot get above the fray, it’s atmospheric pressure & I am the shitz-screw.

by

rjj stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 3-5-2023 Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ #ThrewDown & #KickedOut this jam while jammin’ to @Santana & @Everlast #HeyNow #PutYoLightsOn link @ https://youtu.be/KCBS5EtszYI?list=RDMM }

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BETTER PUCKER UP, JUST THE RUTHLESS

“Five will get you ten, in double speak, just a few brief momentz of Time gets you locked up doin’ Time

For you or the herd-society you’ve been blessed to become a member of, by birth-adoption on a dime

Monks can’t pray long enough in dark caves without the light from eternally burnt atomic hot Za Zens

Spooks can’t give up misunderstood, holy ghosts scared of leaving in mud, blood & beer of lion dens.”

 - me