THE IDEA IS TO OBFUSCATE
I laugh, Do Not Enter and Beware Of Dog signs don’t matter if you’re an idiot or a moronic rubeOn the matter of Forms, shapes of things themselves & the origin of Space in a divine test-tube
Nothing comes just in time to save the day, appealing to the dream lovers and haters of Reality
Mothers of Things that remain conscious, even after death, it’s the stuff of religion’s mythology.
Blessed and holy, as if the rest of the genome is doomed and inferior to a superior, invisible uno
Comes and goes in a theoretical dialogue or sermon, appears as truth until the bubble bursts chit
Mango stuffed in a pineapple inside of the passion fruit flambe, Westcoast on the high road’s pit
Imaginary rings we danced about infinite circles of atomic, molecular business, lip smackin’ blow.
Everybody needs one now & then, whether you know it or not, you will still behold, gotta be #Woke
Meaning nothing more nor less than blind faith in leaders and illogical arguments for & against jokes
Remember your teachers didn’t test your recollection of the teachings, not in the curriculum seed
From a garden of children to cool halls of renowned, respected higher learning, Mastered & PhD’d.
No choice but at least it’s a free choice, either live or die, every day it’s a cause & effect of the present
To get to the future, the past can’t be overlooked, it’s a matter of Time and Space, historical precedent
What I am & where I am is not who I am, if you’re an idiot, you’ll speak with fools until you awaken too
Exactly in the place in Space where you’re conceived in your mother’s womb, that’s who you are, boo!
Your weakness is my strength and you got no strength at all because nobody else cares about you, fool
If the shoe fits then wear it no matter which size your feet happen to be, they’re different toes & soles
For the sake of everything you can’t get over & want to hold a grudge against the gods, begone forever
You’re far out of my mind if I can’t see, hear or feel you, I pass on the bitter tastes and olfactory horror.
So, hear this if you aren’t deaf and dumb, I understand you’re dumb but not deaf, you’re not immortal
Final ends will allow the Cause to End all causes that came before the Big Bang, there were None at all
So, airless & boneless, no planet in any solar system can support the Truth, you can’t handle the Truth
Looking into one microscopic or macroscopic view of this myopic vision, will help knock out my tooth.
Dead, corpse, buried, burned, formaldehyde or incineration makes no difference, not one twit at all
Conclusion induced from the deductions is natural, premises precede the disobedient who did fall
From the garden where it all began, empty of the cream of the crop, it’s extinction awaiting the pain
Setting your seven holes in your body into shutdown mode, corpus dillecti for the criminally insane.
It is all around the world, people say nothing they understand the same way, it’s so complicated
Dead & gone all recognize that this was all a test for the imbeciles who get conceived at random
Five will get you ten at the Five & Dime, you stole the candy, you will pay for the candy with fear
Of the men & women who are in charge of the place where they keep the bait at the back door.
I got drunk on the ground and on a jet plane, either way I was too high for the situation in heaven
Improvisational quips weren’t very handy since I didn’t have any, my only hope's to roll 7 or 11
Hangovers never stopped me before today and there ain’t no way to get me to tea total the mess
Powers that be will animate your immovable bones once you’re dead & gone, I’m One, I confess.
Think of it this way, there’s no advantage to believing that you have no power when it’s all around
Underground, above and below it not to mention the great beyond everyone believes it’s the gods
When it’s an astronomical exercise in futile resistance to the immutable power in DNA atom quarks
By and by is where we’ll meet again, already gone in history, it’s the end for genies and the dorks.
Decisions were made about which way is up and which way is down, trying to keep the love alive
When it deteriorates day by day, on the way to an inevitable trip out of the Cro-Magnon cave/hive
Highlighted and gaslighted for the last time, because tonight’s the night of the West Side corduroys
It’s finale is the rumble in the asphalt jungle, could have been New York, Chicago or Detroit boys.
Burnt the matter until the smoke rose above the clouds, to return in raindrops fallin’ on our head
As above it goes the same way below, repeating in perpetuity the acts of the play, a Grateful Dead
Pines and picks and grins, prince and pauper alike can identify with the acid trippin’ mind phuquin’
To say the least, you have to experience this shit to believe it, scrambles all you know into puddin’.
You don’t know like I know what the figment of my imagination is up to, a meme's mythological idea Pneumococci harmony chords I’ve rejected, order & chaos are all that there are, whole shebang flaw
No Zeus or supreme being above or below seven continents and seas, Man’s all alone to be in the raw
Punch line delivered for the sake of God’s damned joke off jazz and bangin’ a hooker in south Korea.
Lost your three or four wives to the ‘other’ character who always reared it’s ugly head and tail, it’s me
Ego, superego, Id or whichever moniker the shrink concocts for the diagnostic prognosis, Nothing’s free
Never forgetting the sacrifice of freedom to be anonymous, like a spy vs. a spy, it only takes those two
Each one’s a color to hide in white or black, it’s all to put a spook’s dick in the dirt, I’m paraphrasing too.
Professional guarantee the satisfaction until you’re satisfied, they ain’t payin’ for the job, it ain’t done
It will never be done, there’s always a flaw that’s out of sight, out of mind except to the eyes of a pro
If everything depends on the Ends & the Means then everything is germane to the loveless argument
Why you love this man or woman has no bearing on factoids of life, living, dying are too human, gent.
Being nothing more than the DNA that began my trip, there’s nothing less than the least important
Physical deterrence and mental abhorrence is my forte and my weakness, less than an atom’s DNA
I am the things themselves but I’m not even an I, no super ego or mighty Id, divine serum injection
Invisible yet almighty, everywhere but nowhere at all, a loophole in the fabric of the 3rd dimension.
Through the barrier nobody can destroy due to it’s invulnerability and immortality of a smoke form
Shaped in random, parallel lines that scramble into perpendicularity on the area of the sphericality
Free speech ain’t your option, shutting down the temporary injunction before it’s too late for me too
It’s a long way to the top if it’s all your damn fault or divinity’s malicious intent, songs remain blue.
Interested in your opinionated point of view, which assumptions have you miscalculated off campus
Matriculate your tuition and graduate with uber advanced degrees in all majors, hysterical masters
Doctors and ol' barristers to amend the Truth as needed, depending on the variable variants’ mutant
God screaming bloody murder in silence, this party ain’t a disco, it’s rollin’, freeway of all God’s sins.
Answer the question, who creates a creation & then forgets about the wild and innocent animals
Plants left over to consume and defecate until the monsters came to eat the babies’ misconceptions
Dripping the liquid away until all the mud, blood & beer dissolves into black holes of Singular sons
Middle of a centerfold, nothing but staples, maybe two or three to interject the venom, Holy One’s.
Burnt the matter until the smoke rose above the clouds, to return in raindrops fallin’ on our head
As above it goes the same way below, repeating in perpetuity the acts of the play, a Grateful Dead
Pines and picks and grins, prince and pauper alike can identify with the acid trippin’ mind phuquin’
To say the least, you have to experience this shit to believe it, scrambles all you know into puddin’.
You don’t know like I know what the figment of my imagination is up to, a meme's mythological idea Pneumococci harmony chords I’ve rejected, order & chaos are all that there are, whole shebang flaw
No Zeus or supreme being above or below seven continents and seas, Man’s all alone to be in the raw
Punch line delivered for the sake of God’s damned joke off jazz and bangin’ a hooker in south Korea.
Lost your three or four wives to the ‘other’ character who always reared it’s ugly head and tail, it’s me
Ego, superego, Id or whichever moniker the shrink concocts for the diagnostic prognosis, Nothing’s free
Never forgetting the sacrifice of freedom to be anonymous, like a spy vs. a spy, it only takes those two
Each one’s a color to hide in white or black, it’s all to put a spook’s dick in the dirt, I’m paraphrasing too.
Professional guarantee the satisfaction until you’re satisfied, they ain’t payin’ for the job, it ain’t done
It will never be done, there’s always a flaw that’s out of sight, out of mind except to the eyes of a pro
If everything depends on the Ends & the Means then everything is germane to the loveless argument
Why you love this man or woman has no bearing on factoids of life, living, dying are too human, gent.
Being nothing more than the DNA that began my trip, there’s nothing less than the least important
Physical deterrence and mental abhorrence is my forte and my weakness, less than an atom’s DNA
I am the things themselves but I’m not even an I, no super ego or mighty Id, divine serum injection
Invisible yet almighty, everywhere but nowhere at all, a loophole in the fabric of the 3rd dimension.
Through the barrier nobody can destroy due to it’s invulnerability and immortality of a smoke form
Shaped in random, parallel lines that scramble into perpendicularity on the area of the sphericality
Free speech ain’t your option, shutting down the temporary injunction before it’s too late for me too
It’s a long way to the top if it’s all your damn fault or divinity’s malicious intent, songs remain blue.
Interested in your opinionated point of view, which assumptions have you miscalculated off campus
Matriculate your tuition and graduate with uber advanced degrees in all majors, hysterical masters
Doctors and ol' barristers to amend the Truth as needed, depending on the variable variants’ mutant
God screaming bloody murder in silence, this party ain’t a disco, it’s rollin’, freeway of all God’s sins.
Answer the question, who creates a creation & then forgets about the wild and innocent animals
Plants left over to consume and defecate until the monsters came to eat the babies’ misconceptions
Dripping the liquid away until all the mud, blood & beer dissolves into black holes of Singular sons
Middle of a centerfold, nothing but staples, maybe two or three to interject the venom, Holy One’s.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Dec 8th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 211 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to The Eagles like this #Nothingburger #OnTheBorder link @ https://youtu.be/cbctW33iRYw?si=FSztANejOhmFBml1 }
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