NONSENSE OF NUNS, TIGHT PANTS’ PRIESTS
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I had a dream and then I woke up, now I’m as #Woke as woke can be, not tired of being live & upright
Alternatives are grim in my humble opinion, rigor mortis just the life that’s dead & gone from the fight
Gave my rights crosses & left hooks to the noggin, ready for uppercuts in our historical record of Shyt
It all flowed down from above, you get what you gave, giving nothing gets, well you know what it isn’t.
Too much traffic on the backroads, I fly in my chopper, in and out of the traffic lines waitin’ for the Man
To scramble the cherry-tops for my arrested development of the narrow way of my trippin’ peter pan
Complete fools monkeying around with inherited cultural norms of who is gonna get to the other side
Speed limit exceeded but I am the law, top speed has the need for my expert driving skills, let us ride!
Press & push hot buttons, toggle tin switches up & down, an ape-man’s vision in white, pants is too tight
Excess time on my hands, put some down at my feet, ten toes ready to run the show’s freeway food fight
You got a trial, you were innocent of being guilty of your nemesis’ death, he fell off the back, 9-5 truckin’
Nothing personal to mind in this gold mine, on the next place you’re goin’, you gotta go, sweet phuquin!
Dead or Alive, faithful know that’s all there is, blinded by the Truth’s radiant black light, rainbow’s trash
Infrared to ultraviolet droppin’ the top on the convertible Cadillac, on the I-5 pickin’ up slow Mo to crash
Did the mortal sin, the venial sin & even the one’s original sin, morons, idiots, created in the image horns
That’s all there is, all you gotta do is digest the food & generate more illusions for the children, Unborns.
Drop the top & feel the wind blow your hair back with the traffic lights out of sight and mind, so free way
Guests come and go, there & then they’ll all be gone, when you’re by yourself, alone with the 208 bones
Visions losin’ clarity, fading to the darkness where only Nothing can see what it is, zero old folks’ hypes
All dead and gone, a corpus is the body & dillecti is what’s dilapidated and way gone, like smoked pipes.
Faster than the slow lane wants to go, I’m skippin’ ahead on the fast lane’s shoulder, everybody stopped
I’m still movin’ along & I can’t be stopped by the squads & forces in control of the bandits out of control
Seems reality is mirroring the inner mechanism that projects reality upon the screen front of your eyes
Blue, hazel, grey or complete whiteout sclera eyeballs, on insight of the unseen, shat the maggots’ flies!
Cross town traffic moving heavy onto speed limit’s max speed, a Jetson’s take off to the flintstone rocks
God unmoved ‘til the fail-safe stop appeared, everything slammed to a halt in God’s corpse’s wool socks
So, I quit! Go hire an immortal, I’m gonna die before I know it, maybe 30 more years give or take a few
Interested in the ennui, in the black light of UV purple, the dark is the light, that’s alright, I Am the Blue!
Next year, this year, last year, all of the Time is present far away from here, it’s all on the record long play
Call it karma, call it your debt, your dues, what the substance of thought can yield, guilty pleasure all gay
Boys and girls want to extinguish the species and eclipse the species trajectory into the fortune’s 500 slip
Up or down, same difference ‘tween you & me, we are One, two too many for the gods, ergo, we’ll skip.
Dreams over son, darlin’ girls, daughters of disobedient Eve, your ticket out of paradise, a top is dropped
Then it’s exposed that you want & need the hug from the bones of another isolated entity of cosmic slop
Cause is first, then Effect is next, ad infinitum until the power is annihilated in the film, a cinematic flop
Chain gang to follow, side of the road from the bus’s drops of greyhounds & poverty’s guys outcropped.
Box holder, of your mail and your body of work, all you ever had & won’t ever have again, nevermore
Better than ever, happiness occupies my 24/7 in Space, music and good taste of everything’s nonsense
You are tempted to believe it’s gonna last forever beyond cosmic Time in Space, vision will end, boom
Payback payroll, get up & go from the dead & gone, be a patsy, chit-chat in a decorated marine’s room.
Already gone, been where I needed to be, where I desired to interact with the things themselves, gods
Inside All birds that move fast but don’t move any more, a verve animates the DNA, roadrunner hotrods
Hot pink Cadillacs or orange Roadrunners blastin’ AM/FM/CDs while I drop the pedal to eighty MP Hour
I’ll get a hundred miles in 60 minutes, see you in Reno in an hour, Vegas in three ticks, high cash power.
Who is too far gone? Who can’t make it any further down the road? Who is in the fight until the ending
People don’t know what is inside the mind of the ones who they meet, two by two, heavy traffic sending
Fading images in the mirror, not reflecting the rainbows red, orange & yellow-bellied monkey shiners’ ilk
Dead right when the wrongs are left of centerfield’s centerfolds, naked, nude, all drunk on mother’s milk.
Punks and fools leftover with the last chances to remain awake while #Woke, 24/7, 9 to 5 year old M.O.
Acapella song, hummin’ out my larynx blowin’ as hard as a nuke winds can slam into a deep throat flow
Hurts to be absolutely correct when the whole world is in retrograde, reverse orbit around the hot star
It looks as if you’re vision is skewed toward illusion, if you think, you believe, then your away is, far, Far!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 12/31/2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Kicked this out of the Darkness while jammin’ 2 #RidinOnTheFreeway to #BetterThanEverStreet @Aretha_Franklin @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }
Alternatives are grim in my humble opinion, rigor mortis just the life that’s dead & gone from the fight
Gave my rights crosses & left hooks to the noggin, ready for uppercuts in our historical record of Shyt
It all flowed down from above, you get what you gave, giving nothing gets, well you know what it isn’t.
Too much traffic on the backroads, I fly in my chopper, in and out of the traffic lines waitin’ for the Man
To scramble the cherry-tops for my arrested development of the narrow way of my trippin’ peter pan
Complete fools monkeying around with inherited cultural norms of who is gonna get to the other side
Speed limit exceeded but I am the law, top speed has the need for my expert driving skills, let us ride!
Press & push hot buttons, toggle tin switches up & down, an ape-man’s vision in white, pants is too tight
Excess time on my hands, put some down at my feet, ten toes ready to run the show’s freeway food fight
You got a trial, you were innocent of being guilty of your nemesis’ death, he fell off the back, 9-5 truckin’
Nothing personal to mind in this gold mine, on the next place you’re goin’, you gotta go, sweet phuquin!
Dead or Alive, faithful know that’s all there is, blinded by the Truth’s radiant black light, rainbow’s trash
Infrared to ultraviolet droppin’ the top on the convertible Cadillac, on the I-5 pickin’ up slow Mo to crash
Did the mortal sin, the venial sin & even the one’s original sin, morons, idiots, created in the image horns
That’s all there is, all you gotta do is digest the food & generate more illusions for the children, Unborns.
Drop the top & feel the wind blow your hair back with the traffic lights out of sight and mind, so free way
Guests come and go, there & then they’ll all be gone, when you’re by yourself, alone with the 208 bones
Visions losin’ clarity, fading to the darkness where only Nothing can see what it is, zero old folks’ hypes
All dead and gone, a corpus is the body & dillecti is what’s dilapidated and way gone, like smoked pipes.
Faster than the slow lane wants to go, I’m skippin’ ahead on the fast lane’s shoulder, everybody stopped
I’m still movin’ along & I can’t be stopped by the squads & forces in control of the bandits out of control
Seems reality is mirroring the inner mechanism that projects reality upon the screen front of your eyes
Blue, hazel, grey or complete whiteout sclera eyeballs, on insight of the unseen, shat the maggots’ flies!
Cross town traffic moving heavy onto speed limit’s max speed, a Jetson’s take off to the flintstone rocks
God unmoved ‘til the fail-safe stop appeared, everything slammed to a halt in God’s corpse’s wool socks
So, I quit! Go hire an immortal, I’m gonna die before I know it, maybe 30 more years give or take a few
Interested in the ennui, in the black light of UV purple, the dark is the light, that’s alright, I Am the Blue!
Next year, this year, last year, all of the Time is present far away from here, it’s all on the record long play
Call it karma, call it your debt, your dues, what the substance of thought can yield, guilty pleasure all gay
Boys and girls want to extinguish the species and eclipse the species trajectory into the fortune’s 500 slip
Up or down, same difference ‘tween you & me, we are One, two too many for the gods, ergo, we’ll skip.
Dreams over son, darlin’ girls, daughters of disobedient Eve, your ticket out of paradise, a top is dropped
Then it’s exposed that you want & need the hug from the bones of another isolated entity of cosmic slop
Cause is first, then Effect is next, ad infinitum until the power is annihilated in the film, a cinematic flop
Chain gang to follow, side of the road from the bus’s drops of greyhounds & poverty’s guys outcropped.
Box holder, of your mail and your body of work, all you ever had & won’t ever have again, nevermore
Better than ever, happiness occupies my 24/7 in Space, music and good taste of everything’s nonsense
You are tempted to believe it’s gonna last forever beyond cosmic Time in Space, vision will end, boom
Payback payroll, get up & go from the dead & gone, be a patsy, chit-chat in a decorated marine’s room.
Already gone, been where I needed to be, where I desired to interact with the things themselves, gods
Inside All birds that move fast but don’t move any more, a verve animates the DNA, roadrunner hotrods
Hot pink Cadillacs or orange Roadrunners blastin’ AM/FM/CDs while I drop the pedal to eighty MP Hour
I’ll get a hundred miles in 60 minutes, see you in Reno in an hour, Vegas in three ticks, high cash power.
Who is too far gone? Who can’t make it any further down the road? Who is in the fight until the ending
People don’t know what is inside the mind of the ones who they meet, two by two, heavy traffic sending
Fading images in the mirror, not reflecting the rainbows red, orange & yellow-bellied monkey shiners’ ilk
Dead right when the wrongs are left of centerfield’s centerfolds, naked, nude, all drunk on mother’s milk.
Punks and fools leftover with the last chances to remain awake while #Woke, 24/7, 9 to 5 year old M.O.
Acapella song, hummin’ out my larynx blowin’ as hard as a nuke winds can slam into a deep throat flow
Hurts to be absolutely correct when the whole world is in retrograde, reverse orbit around the hot star
It looks as if you’re vision is skewed toward illusion, if you think, you believe, then your away is, far, Far!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, 12/31/2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Kicked this out of the Darkness while jammin’ 2 #RidinOnTheFreeway to #BetterThanEverStreet @Aretha_Franklin @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }
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