JUNK COMES IN THE mittS OF YO’ MAMA
Miraculous millennium from an idiot’s first gasp on a planet up until It’s final twists, it’s so wayward, sonBlown wind of the aroma & scent of the minor gods who inhabit the empty space of the Void, it is done
Coded RNA in specific, random sequences of molten lava’s stoned-junkie phase, made-man Fool’s tomb
Mothers of the sisters who had neither fathers nor brothers, not conceived in test tubes of iron wombs.
Junkie mama had me hooked in utero, not her fault that a fiend slipped her a mickey that had no mouse
Justify your behavior of the past with the karma you’ve gleaned & requires the big payback for the louse
All in or all out, you’re in my seat if you care to know, I want my seat to sit in for hours, so don’t pass gas
Your own place in Space is next to me by accident but you’re neither God nor the devil so move your ass.
Put your shoes on, yo’ toenails’ green polish ain’t coverin’ up a hideous sight, a hunchback’s ducks, recoil
A beer hall putsch would initiate a revolution’s genesis & onto revelations foretold by fake prophetic boil
Peers drink the mineral water from the baby bottles of plastic, leaching hot lead into a genome banshee
Pride is the fake confidence to avoid the fear of the unknown which is 360 degrees around It, He & She.
Heroes I don’t worship since their mortality exposed their vulnerable body of bones, rainbow color stain
Not what you think because your program has crashed, reboot your hard drive, you are dead, not in pain
Therefore, shock the monkeys, ape to the homo erectus to the sapiens, electricity fries your circuit quick
Beyond the nuclear war there’s nothing, so to get back to where you wanna go is a slow process, it’s sick.
Distort perception if you’re hard of hearing in addition to your comprehension of what words mean at all
Sounds of subjects an objects being activated by predicates, verbs of various tense conditions, let us fall
From heaven to the center of the planet, there’s nothing else like this animated DNA, form of pie power
Cherry or blueberry, peach or Dutch apple in a high place above the top shelf cut of the perfect flower.
Taking a trip outside of the tomb’s central darkness, a moment blinded my insight of obvious reality fits
Fear of death and the desire to be immortal as the queens and pharaohs now below sea sand block pits
What’s underneath the ocean now, hiding ahistorical records of who became one prior to the Big Bang
Bring back the irretrievable that’s still embedded in the hard drive’s media, it’s 3 o’clock bell, you rang?
Harsh yet substantially vacuous just want to state the obvious, we’re all gonna die, it’s a matter of Time
Nothing we can force to be any other way than the way nothing is, does that make nonsense? It doesn’t
Something is wrong with nothing being something we can’t manipulate & train to be stopped on a dime
First cause of extinction, naked ape of heredity, no god made this gum get chewed, divine noose, robot.
It rained ducks during the thunderstorm in Rio Linda, thought the sky was fallin’, it hit me on the head
Lame duck soup for all y’all tonight, every starving, toothless child will eat more jerky before all’s said
Fishing for the hidden swimmers who look for the bait to bite and get the worm and the salmon roe
It’s all done, therefore I’m done, well done sir, take another salute, death goes down on the final blow.
Bongs burnin’ bowls with the happy smoke turning holy men happy in the middle of dire straits’ holes
Ne’er more than any of the strong can take, the world wobbles on the orbit, around the star-sun it rolls
In perpetuity or less than a moment before you know it’s your last chance, world turns for a pea brain
No mind before the human evolution, it was always stupid before like it’s getting to be again and again.
Full moons and packed diapers of newborns and toddlers learning to jump the commode, a lost pamper
Wet more than the sea, full of the recycled baby food & stank B-vitamins finished in the drip-dry hamper
Take it off yourself, you don’t need a hand or two to help with the chore of dump & wipe it up, repeated
Agree with me all the time & you’re an idiot anyway, Charles Barkley said that it’s the Truth, Word, deed.
Hot mess for you to dive into from the high dive, headfirst after a jack-knife reverse, flip and a half pike
Mama didn’t know I would do the impossible before the day I did it, her mouth stayed agape for a day
Her red eyes appeared glazed over whenever I caught her attention, as if she was in awe of the first tike
All day and all night, every week of every year, this is it, all you see is what you can’t get, RNA, go away!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 12-19-2023 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST #MarxAccelerationToExtinction
{ Mined out of the crypt inside of my cranium while jammin’ to 2 hours of @Eric_Clapton @Budokan 2-25-2009 link @ https://youtu.be/eO7oknTaltE?si=0AfLKzbfKCvxf0yZ }
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