FRIED CHICKEN & ALLIGATOR CHASIN’ TEQUILA DOWN
Perishing the random thoughts coming in and out of the empire above my neck, field I’m dreamin’
Sphinx down with cover-ups above & below a conceptual analysis of the paradigm phase schemin’
Highlights for real, deep state programmed by a chimera in charge of imaginary, dark angel hybrids
Important to fish in the sea when the prey have become at home with all the crushed bones of kids.
All above for the boogie woogie and down with all that jazz between the polkas & rhythm’s blues
Pickin’ & grinnin’ regardless of what was happenin’ a moment before the gig began, I can never lose
Why the monks and big sisters who watched over the treasure chests full of arcane wisdom, all mine
No white lies inside the propositions which lead to rational conclusions of followers, a herded kind.
Only the leader sees the entire panorama, followers see nothing but the loins of a dumb jack’s arse
Donkey, burrow or mule in any case, every time you got to move, always the beast of burden cars
Points well taken, deduced inductions all illogical for good reason, the extinction is immanent now
Whole thing is a shebang, it came all at once & it’s goin’ out all at once, actors take a lower bow.
There is not going to be an encore, when it’s over have faith that it’s over, unconsciousness wins
It was indeed a game worth playing but there was no original intent to come & go in original sins
Just because a dead woman & man offended their ‘father’ doesn’t mean you torture innocents
Babies and the ones who have taken vows to treasure Nothing but the afterworld above heaven.
Lighting up the blackness in the four corners between the floor & ceiling, blinded, deaf & so dumb
Drunk on the acid liquid, the gas, the solid and that conglomeration of living and dead breadcrumbs
Better to move than to lie down in a small space you’ll never escape from, an animals rat trap snap
On your neck, your tail, caught with the cheese between your chops, eyes bulge, face you slap his
Pennies from heaven, droppin’ dimes on your kin and the strangers who castigate their scatty bull
Nobody gets out of this plane alive, good, bad or ugly, especially every one of the oh so beautiful
Break of dawn or the tangerine sundown, l got every one of the nights and days my baby gave me
I came for her, I saw her, she came into the heart, the soul, the spirit of my mind full, immortally.
Pressed up to the cosmic crown of what can never, ever be right here, middle of forever, this point on
To the black hole’s singularity or wherever the doom pulls my saliva and blood flowin’ in good times
Whiskey & rye chasin’ down gin & vodka for free alcohol that frees the fretting & love on my dimes
Cells grow from this One, bodies vibe in Two, there’s no mitotic divide LSD acid’s grave rhymes.
Full backs and the setbacks they dreamed of after breaking arms & legs, studied for the pedigreed
Legs and arms obeyed the will, well thought out plans and pivots when the failures got exhibited
Sold the perfume to cover up the stank, rough odors from the inner works of the 208 bones’ blood
Who & what we’ve always been, unheard, invisible, microscopically hidden underneath DNA food.
Panorama to be seen from sea to shining ocean’s waving H2O molecules in front of my headlights
Playing the games as usual, by the rules nobody wrote, we just follow them leaders out of sights
Crates full of matter in forms round or oblong, some from inside seeds that fell out of blue skies
Unplanned journey trippin’ on microdots & sunshine brings you to what you are, Judy in disguise.
Those forks in the road were the only ways possible to go ahead to the end of your days’ surprise
Reward or punishment just like we did to the pet dogs we had in our caverns and mansions of ice
Holy halls darker than whatever is in the dead air at the radio station, it’s a hot mic, testing 1 two
Scored as intended, you should know I plotted and copped a sneak, Truth might make y’all blue.
I know more than I forgot but I know it won’t be long before it’s all gone, it may be already gone
Now then, that’s the spirit son, while the pain intervenes intermittently, sick, imperfect pawn
I sing it louder than I used to, there’s an amplifier of my voice and one for my lead, bass & drum
Played on the stage for the first time, like the last time & next time, Rhythm rhymes with dumb.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, August XIVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Drafted during @Tab_Benoit blessin’ the airwaves just like this on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/t8eilVeMpFo?si=BsnxasWvTBqw_lXn }
Sphinx down with cover-ups above & below a conceptual analysis of the paradigm phase schemin’
Highlights for real, deep state programmed by a chimera in charge of imaginary, dark angel hybrids
Important to fish in the sea when the prey have become at home with all the crushed bones of kids.
All above for the boogie woogie and down with all that jazz between the polkas & rhythm’s blues
Pickin’ & grinnin’ regardless of what was happenin’ a moment before the gig began, I can never lose
Why the monks and big sisters who watched over the treasure chests full of arcane wisdom, all mine
No white lies inside the propositions which lead to rational conclusions of followers, a herded kind.
Only the leader sees the entire panorama, followers see nothing but the loins of a dumb jack’s arse
Donkey, burrow or mule in any case, every time you got to move, always the beast of burden cars
Points well taken, deduced inductions all illogical for good reason, the extinction is immanent now
Whole thing is a shebang, it came all at once & it’s goin’ out all at once, actors take a lower bow.
There is not going to be an encore, when it’s over have faith that it’s over, unconsciousness wins
It was indeed a game worth playing but there was no original intent to come & go in original sins
Just because a dead woman & man offended their ‘father’ doesn’t mean you torture innocents
Babies and the ones who have taken vows to treasure Nothing but the afterworld above heaven.
Lighting up the blackness in the four corners between the floor & ceiling, blinded, deaf & so dumb
Drunk on the acid liquid, the gas, the solid and that conglomeration of living and dead breadcrumbs
Better to move than to lie down in a small space you’ll never escape from, an animals rat trap snap
On your neck, your tail, caught with the cheese between your chops, eyes bulge, face you slap his
Pennies from heaven, droppin’ dimes on your kin and the strangers who castigate their scatty bull
Nobody gets out of this plane alive, good, bad or ugly, especially every one of the oh so beautiful
Break of dawn or the tangerine sundown, l got every one of the nights and days my baby gave me
I came for her, I saw her, she came into the heart, the soul, the spirit of my mind full, immortally.
Pressed up to the cosmic crown of what can never, ever be right here, middle of forever, this point on
To the black hole’s singularity or wherever the doom pulls my saliva and blood flowin’ in good times
Whiskey & rye chasin’ down gin & vodka for free alcohol that frees the fretting & love on my dimes
Cells grow from this One, bodies vibe in Two, there’s no mitotic divide LSD acid’s grave rhymes.
Full backs and the setbacks they dreamed of after breaking arms & legs, studied for the pedigreed
Legs and arms obeyed the will, well thought out plans and pivots when the failures got exhibited
Sold the perfume to cover up the stank, rough odors from the inner works of the 208 bones’ blood
Who & what we’ve always been, unheard, invisible, microscopically hidden underneath DNA food.
Panorama to be seen from sea to shining ocean’s waving H2O molecules in front of my headlights
Playing the games as usual, by the rules nobody wrote, we just follow them leaders out of sights
Crates full of matter in forms round or oblong, some from inside seeds that fell out of blue skies
Unplanned journey trippin’ on microdots & sunshine brings you to what you are, Judy in disguise.
Those forks in the road were the only ways possible to go ahead to the end of your days’ surprise
Reward or punishment just like we did to the pet dogs we had in our caverns and mansions of ice
Holy halls darker than whatever is in the dead air at the radio station, it’s a hot mic, testing 1 two
Scored as intended, you should know I plotted and copped a sneak, Truth might make y’all blue.
I know more than I forgot but I know it won’t be long before it’s all gone, it may be already gone
Now then, that’s the spirit son, while the pain intervenes intermittently, sick, imperfect pawn
I sing it louder than I used to, there’s an amplifier of my voice and one for my lead, bass & drum
Played on the stage for the first time, like the last time & next time, Rhythm rhymes with dumb.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, August XIVth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST
{ Drafted during @Tab_Benoit blessin’ the airwaves just like this on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/t8eilVeMpFo?si=BsnxasWvTBqw_lXn }
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