P E R F E C T 27 OUTS IN a singular, BABY RUTH RUSE
Emeralds, rubies, diamonds, sapphires & jade make the sharpest cut of stone junk
Your fake nonsense is clear on the subject, you convolute predication causing linguistic uncertainty
High value for your ancestral ignorance & authority to advise on the importance of being free of me
To be or not, under the jurisdiction and jurisprudence of long-distance relations of a paradise, Eden
Divinely sentenced Fools, to forget & repeat it all ad infinitum with the Woods & Holly hood-reason.
Balls are based on strike zones of the pitchers’ junk, it’s a matter of seams and juiced-up baseball orbs
Every coach knows that the pitchers think that their mothers, fathers & previous coaches it all absorbs
Naked apes in uniforms, socks, caps & solid steel spikes, throwing, catching, hitting & missing in error
Isolated, integrated, all one & the same atomic origin and dissolution of animated life’s horror, terror.
{ Gem dripped in honor of my Ma & Pa’s wedding day, ANNIVERSARY July 2nd 1950, I WAS NOT conceived until November 27th 1950, thank the stars, I would have gotten killed in the @GreenBerets in Viet Nam in ’68-’69 no doubt! }
All the chafe of the Big Bang’s swag of trash to spread cosmos-wide, smell the funk
I have no sense of sniff and I can’t scratch the itch, it’s a momentous occasion of dank
It’s all the things themselves, essence of the forms & shapes of the Grinch’s old stank.
Come Hell or the high water of the flood when the H2O came raining down from Space
Nothing like it has ever been seen by anyone who said anything about it, saved the Face
Of the dreamer and the characters populating the dreamscape, between your ears of silk
Air disturbed by the nature of the atom eating beast of burden, your tribe & it’s elder ilk.
Born indentured in oxygen & hydrogen, huff & puff Mankind’s unsafe house of gods’ dots
Central matrix or out of it, makes no difference to the thing alive before your conceptions
Mating of the lovers and haters of one another’s mothers, sisters, aunts and lover’s plots
On & then before you know it, the jig’s up & it gets turned off by a Power’s queer robots.
Kool of the cool makin’ much ado out of this Nothingness and the beings incorporating it
Minds created out of reproduced genomes from hormones left over by wreckin’ 8-balls
Banking two or three cushions into the 1 through 15, red dot sets the angle of the dangle
On the white cue-ball, that red dot aim to the impact of the cue tip, secret of a right angle.
As the mind can picture something before it actualizes outside in reality, dream in color
Living inside of the dry dream is akin to living this here life as if it’s the only way, my way or
The highway’s connected land lock on seven seas is mental masturbation & an original sin
Beggars getting what they’ll lose in the end, it ain’t my business, we charge you for the fin.
You, me & all the other things that rule & run with the roost of roosters & hens of the order
Signals secret signs of fingers, hands, face winks or code sdrow-words' swords' shields higher
Brought your consciousness from an unconscious zygote to college-educated E-fuzz on Earth
I preferred to be highfalutin’ & important, recognition of my lowest priority, I’m afterbirth.
I will mention this now after 50 years past, that UFO in Montana at the strategic command
Was the new UFO from Boeing aircraft of the Time traveling as funk of the fourth dimension
As above & therefore it is the same here & now, down below the rest of my cosmic doom fan
Blowing the hot air and cool wind out of a twirling bunch of atomic swag from the Zeus man.
U-V violet blue & then all pink & black, infrared light breakin’ through hot air of ol’ Joe’s garage
So woke or asleep, the dream ends in a whimper you’ll get the chance to experience firsthand
All 8 of your fingers, 2 thumbs, 10 toes, all points of no return allowing a perfect game You’re out! WORD to @MLB, #TYVM, guess who’s smokin’ stogies in heaven with me? Hot Dam, y'all!
I have no sense of sniff and I can’t scratch the itch, it’s a momentous occasion of dank
It’s all the things themselves, essence of the forms & shapes of the Grinch’s old stank.
Come Hell or the high water of the flood when the H2O came raining down from Space
Nothing like it has ever been seen by anyone who said anything about it, saved the Face
Of the dreamer and the characters populating the dreamscape, between your ears of silk
Air disturbed by the nature of the atom eating beast of burden, your tribe & it’s elder ilk.
Born indentured in oxygen & hydrogen, huff & puff Mankind’s unsafe house of gods’ dots
Central matrix or out of it, makes no difference to the thing alive before your conceptions
Mating of the lovers and haters of one another’s mothers, sisters, aunts and lover’s plots
On & then before you know it, the jig’s up & it gets turned off by a Power’s queer robots.
Kool of the cool makin’ much ado out of this Nothingness and the beings incorporating it
Minds created out of reproduced genomes from hormones left over by wreckin’ 8-balls
Banking two or three cushions into the 1 through 15, red dot sets the angle of the dangle
On the white cue-ball, that red dot aim to the impact of the cue tip, secret of a right angle.
As the mind can picture something before it actualizes outside in reality, dream in color
Living inside of the dry dream is akin to living this here life as if it’s the only way, my way or
The highway’s connected land lock on seven seas is mental masturbation & an original sin
Beggars getting what they’ll lose in the end, it ain’t my business, we charge you for the fin.
You, me & all the other things that rule & run with the roost of roosters & hens of the order
Signals secret signs of fingers, hands, face winks or code sdrow-words' swords' shields higher
Brought your consciousness from an unconscious zygote to college-educated E-fuzz on Earth
I preferred to be highfalutin’ & important, recognition of my lowest priority, I’m afterbirth.
I will mention this now after 50 years past, that UFO in Montana at the strategic command
Was the new UFO from Boeing aircraft of the Time traveling as funk of the fourth dimension
As above & therefore it is the same here & now, down below the rest of my cosmic doom fan
Blowing the hot air and cool wind out of a twirling bunch of atomic swag from the Zeus man.
U-V violet blue & then all pink & black, infrared light breakin’ through hot air of ol’ Joe’s garage
So woke or asleep, the dream ends in a whimper you’ll get the chance to experience firsthand
All 8 of your fingers, 2 thumbs, 10 toes, all points of no return allowing a perfect game You’re out! WORD to @MLB, #TYVM, guess who’s smokin’ stogies in heaven with me? Hot Dam, y'all!
Your fake nonsense is clear on the subject, you convolute predication causing linguistic uncertainty
High value for your ancestral ignorance & authority to advise on the importance of being free of me
To be or not, under the jurisdiction and jurisprudence of long-distance relations of a paradise, Eden
Divinely sentenced Fools, to forget & repeat it all ad infinitum with the Woods & Holly hood-reason.
Balls are based on strike zones of the pitchers’ junk, it’s a matter of seams and juiced-up baseball orbs
Every coach knows that the pitchers think that their mothers, fathers & previous coaches it all absorbs
Naked apes in uniforms, socks, caps & solid steel spikes, throwing, catching, hitting & missing in error
Isolated, integrated, all one & the same atomic origin and dissolution of animated life’s horror, terror.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, July 2nd 1950 MCML Anno Domini @ 00:01 AMPST{ Gem dripped in honor of my Ma & Pa’s wedding day, ANNIVERSARY July 2nd 1950, I WAS NOT conceived until November 27th 1950, thank the stars, I would have gotten killed in the @GreenBerets in Viet Nam in ’68-’69 no doubt! }
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