NEVER FORGET
DID I MENTION TO NEVER, EVER FORGET THIS BOOGIE-MAN
OF ENEMIES?
Gas’ air full of skyscraper ash & plastic smoke to put the living to sleep ‘til December
I would try to remember the incredible day of #NineOneOne, September to remember
Getting in the mood for a boogie night, it’s comin’ tomorrow night, Friday alrighty then
Getting the grim reaper off our planet & sentence the boney mother’s scourge to life
Together as One, hand in bone, out your bath & bedroom, dining room, Hehl’s kitchen
Desires and dreams come true miles away from you, you may never know the twelfth
Of never, or forever in the fantasy where the mind goes because the brains ain’t dead
When the air ceases to blow in and out of the form, the shape dissolves in God’s head.
All there is can’t be more than this, a rational approach to the deduced induction trash
Reason points to empty void as the matrix, Nothing more nor less, that is all, as MASH
Mobile Army Surgical Hospital saved the poor young and innocent from dying afraid
Fear of the gods wrath upon the judgement day, poor young boys died, didn’t get laid.
In love with the income and the high credit rating, in love with my income & high IQ
Actuality a low IQ but I like the illusion that it’s too high, light is too bright to be in me
You asked me if I got this, of course I do, if not me then who? Nobody, you got that right
Like @LynyrdSkynrd or feet down on the ground of my @EarthWindAndFire solo flight.
Picked myself on the 1st all-star team, a #ShootingPointguard #747 of champions
Special delivery door to door, manufacturer to consumer, in two extramarital affairs
For the price of three, there’s the fourth you’ve forgotten, you drunk the unholy fifth
No surprise party from the first day of birth to the first day of pro-practice in stealth.
No fantasy phantasm available for anyone else, this is a solo mio, raw and nekid too
Protein required in OutSpace too, what the hell do you do? Grow meat from Nothing
Just like the creator of A universe, use all of it & then use Nothing as if it’s something
It’ll be what will be, que sera sera, it ain’t my conceptual analysis in synchronization.
Blind faith isn’t proof that the Word which made flesh and bone save a thing in hell
Even if I’m wrong, I’m right, I’m saved from my own misjudgment and malformation
Of my thoughts that blow out my lips, red-hot air I’ve sucked clean of all Ma’s oxygen
Atomic evening of missionary-style fusion, pregnant without end, Amen, dream’s ZEN.
Squirreled away from the marauding punks who were orphaned by the urchin offspring
Not their fault that the star’s sunshine nurtured them until they had to follow the ruling
Of their forefathers who never taught them to be all too human, proud of mankind’s ilk
Hence, heretofore I waxed upon the opinion I’ve gleaned out the hive, mama teat milk.
Lost and found in perpetuity, without an ending, neither happy nor sad, it’s academic
A point of view of the intellectual genius to the morons & idiots who wax idiosyncratic
Spirits infiltrated every atom outside of the dead rocks’ leftovers from some Big Bang
Louder than anyone could hear, audio wasn’t created yet by the super freak who sang.
Girls love it, boys wanna have proof of life inside the inner sanctum, it’s a pop-off One
Frozen when the burn turns to black ice not even God can see, it’s unforeseen my son
Daughters are the tools, it’s not their will nor their fault that they’re the First Causing
If not for the magnetic attraction to the black hole, there would be no Singularity ring.
Octaves of arpeggios forced upon consciousness, pain & pleasure alternating currents
Hot as a pistol and cold as ice depending on the Will to Power, it’s above & below ants
Down to the Earth’s centerfield core, up through a moonshine boost, a Milky Way mess
Chocolate with a center from the twilight zone, future sugar dental decay’s happiness.
On a camel, on a horse, on a llama, just a rider that can’t walk on his own metatarsals
Fear & loathing for the results of rampant sex of cavemen high on mary jane & her pals
Wizards have the words, the spells cannot be stolen by the witches & sibling warlocks
Nobody’s immune to powers of princess Mary Jane, she turns heads around in slacks.
Whatever you say, whatever it is, that’s all there is, nothing more nor less, the shebang
Woke or not, awakening to empty sets of zero to negative & positive infinity, you rang?
In communion, in confession, baptism, confirmation, there is some extreme unction
Inside of the funk, there’s atomic and nucleic essence that precedes existence’s sin.
Original sin and sacraments out of the grooves laid down in Sacramento, California
Eagles to the Funkadelic mash that came out of the sky like manna from Sabrina
Windy magic flyin’ through the emptiness to find the place where landing is Home
To your 208 bones of dwindling flesh-colored muscles’ thin skin, offspring of Rome.
Keep love warm until you can’t blink, can’t swallow the swill and can’t think you are
Alive or not, walking or just lying in a hospital bed, the fallen falling to the morgue, far
Certified the death per the grim reaper, decrepitation begins at rigor mortis’ appetite
Soon it will be too late for every single thing, here and now or in the future to be light.
You’re in the herd but you’re not being heard by the heads nor minions of the clergy
High up above the fray, running the dozens for kicks, talk ‘bout yo’ mama now? Hey!
Dripping and burning like you’ve caught the hot flame-fire in your below belly dream
Putting holy species propagation to test, superstars forget the rubber, trip baby team.
Putting my cache where my mouth is, a credit card from Bank ONE, punk funk debt
Racked it all up within the past 40 years in this Man’s World, paid it all off in full set
It was thirty-love and I had the serve, I aced the serve & won game, set & match afar
Got out of town before the taxes got stolen from the coffer, now behind booze bars.
You know the people who died already know the Truth about Life on Earth, don’t you?
You’ll find out too, then there’ll be no doubt, when you scroll with the trolls, it is blue
So sad that you can’t be a weirdo & make fun of the fools who entertain the ol’ minion
Kids the word for immature warriors about to either survive or become extinct by fun.
Can you put the lipstick on a pig or remix the cogs in the hogs’ bodies and minds’ set
In mud, blood and beer, possible the brown or white-water spirits are the cool tools
To allow us all to be or not to be, drunk or sober, we’re all gonna die sooner or later
Hope & fear of annihilation are sacrosanct, I think, OK, therefore, I am, wanna bet?
State of being anywhere border to border & coast to coast of the original 13th colony
Copasetic 24/7 without end, infinity governed by best of the best, sea to shining sea
Pretend you’re immortal at your peril, pretend you have a spirit or a killer-antibody
Kamel appreciation in Time & Space, archives dropped on an innocent, fuddy duddy.
Bees’ hives sucked dry of the honey, the labor laws violated by the bear’s nosy jaws
An analogy between the good and the bad, the flawless and the evil errors of squaws
Warriors have little control over anything other than the destruction of the opponent
Peace and joy are unnatural, can’t handle more than an hour every month, I pay rent.
Five thousand debits’ robbery will get you ten years behind the pen’s bars, lost liberty
Kick you in the backside, smack you in the head, wake you up before it’s too late, see?
Your will & testament enhanced by your ignorance and lack of insight ala immortality
God forsaken mortal, you weren’t alive before your conception, you die when you die!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, 9-5- MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
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