Kick In The Door #BootsMadeForWalkingHardDown #ForCryingOutLoud #ToreDownThoseWalls

This ain’t a mash unit, suicidal atoms!

Sometimes and that means any time from day 1, origin of the Dot to The End, Pooh & Piglet rebel
Against The Man, all too human beings who began the evolution of idiots and morons, so Do Tell
What the ending will be like when you can’t see or hear or smell or taste or touch a thing, anything
Foxes need to eat just like the bacteria in your trunk with the other junk, so feed the frenzy & sing.

Songs of happiness and sadness, lost love & found it again, like a dream within a dream of chimera
Nothing has substance and Substance itself has nothing within, inside it’s an empty set of a vacuum
Out of Time & still inside of Space, paying attention to the love or lack of it all around us, lovin’ it all
As if it’s your last day on Earth, y’all must prepare to die, it won’t take much, just know it’s inevitable.

Alright to know that everything is not OK with me or anyone I know, well, I don’t know anyone here
Or anywhere else between the north and south poles, spinnin’ on the surface waves of wobbling fear
That you’ll lose your gravity and float away, as if you’re a spirit that flies from the mortal flesh & bone
Nobody returns to persuade left-overs that there’s Nothing, how to dial that number on a cellphone.

Fall is the cold spin beginning on the near side of the sun, we’re closer to the God & colder, look away
To the ether, empty Space between every conglomerated atom, that’s not what you are though, I say
My opinion is nevertheless important and the dream within the dream is totally in tac, still the Ones
Bought and sold, over and over again, ad infinitum, swallow and defecate wasted DNA out the buns.

Decked out with the nude body totally covered except for the hands and face, a simple-minded ape
I’m on a deep dive down into the drunk ocean, one or two leagues down to the core, smoke a vape
All of it is up in arms, up in smoke or up in your face, I do what I can when I dust off my toolbox adz
Punched, pounded, pried from the herd to be food for thought, screwed deep into ends of the hoes.

Fountains are dry, no water is left in liquid form, it’s all up in atmospheric smoke, wafting from lips
Mine was full and it also helped the other-than-me folks, to have me out of their purview, my chips
Think I’m mean & bad to my wife but it’s only that I don’t want to be with her there where YOU are
Funk for all, X to Z all unknown but variable, you fit it, you lived & you’ll die, blinkin’ A to the bar.

The fix is in, the form is the DNA & RNA in the menudo of the Earth’s wind & fire, solar sacred code
Germination, mitotic boom, here we are, pee-ka-boo on Halloween & Catholic All Saints’ Day mode
God being the whole shebang, no personality of the created forms will survive the demise, mind die
You can’t lose it, it’s immortal, it’ll leave your body, but your body cannot leave your mindful 3rd eye.

Piercing through the darkness with a laser beam sword handed down from Obi Juan, it’s a ruby laser
A mere touch of matter of every quality crumbles it to powder/ash, go home to enter and phase her
Monks out of the caves don’t look like the apes in your prisons and backstreets in the ghetto’s herd
Low and high inside the body & mind, when you die, gasp, gulp, gasp, release the thirteenth ghost!

More or less, the beauty of the thing itself is all there is, good, evil, ugly are mutations of the thing
Same thing, every day, in infinite repetition of the propositional logic’s algebraic equations’ O-ring
Ages of things themselves from pre-one to post-one, nothing else matters even if you thought so
Pink inside, deep in the middle where the blood flows through the capillaries to the holy i-Hearts.

Cried, laughed, enjoyed the pain, suffering & pleasure, it was all better than Nothing, what I had
From having nothing before conception to the end of accumulating all that Matter/Form dust, bad
Never good because that means you’re probably dead because you got kicked in the nuts and ribs
Took your breath away forever, out like a light, fall downtown with the riff raff who have no cribs.

I know only one thing that I forget sometimes, like it or not, the memory is in atrophy mode to let
Let it all go wherever it goes when the body fails to animate the bones, as the skull goes, it’s a bet
Neither my father nor mother downloaded the #FactsOfLife files, could have used the download
Brutal life from baby to ancient, spent bodies of 208 bones, muscle tissue & iron-poor blood code.

Hunted for the food, monkey meat without the feet, got old and died anyways, freedom expired
Liberty illusion of the true and false, a philosophical twist of the solar spectrum, black hole of Jed
There was black crude oil exploding the opposite way of gravity’s pool, space-black conscious Its
Void, more or less than zero has no special effect upon the g0d we wish had control over all, This!

Mike it up, tone down the rhetoric, pretend it’s just fine and dandy, teachers all told us the Truth
What happens next is a surprise to enjoy the unfolding and repercussion of random chaos’ booth
You’re deep inside of it, you cannot escape, you’re in for the duration of light comin’ into eyeballs
Blinded by the light or blinded by birth, either way, only you know, and I know, Montezuma halls.

by
r j j stephan, i 

c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XIIth 2023 Anno Domini at 911 PMPST
{ Jacked up jammin’ to #MariaMaria by @Santana on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bu-_wLAaRJU }
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