UNCENTERED CENSOR FILTER
PABLO PICASSO
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FRIED
CHICKEN EGG + PIGSKIN FATTY PO’ BOY
Full house of aces and kings keeping the queens and jacks at bay, hackin’ a full boat gun
Et al that they have is all that there may be in the end, where brave women fear to ever go
In and out or both at the same time in a universal way, hub with spokes, man, it’s all One
Buried the Truth so deep that it cannot be ascertained by the simple minded evolved sons.
Beating you into a mix of chocolate covered Oreo cookies, 2% milk melts sugar ala hot lips
Breaking you into East Atlanta or West L.A., just around the corner from moody hooker hips
Could have been New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Mason City (not really MC), Moscow, Paris
Adding up a holy shebang, it appears to be a nightmarish dream of fools who can’t see this.
Clouded by the unknown, putting the backsides out in front of the torch, all men carry, too
Up and down, in and out, it’s the only way to keep the germs providing fodder for the blues
Free to spin the tops & yank the yoyos up and down the string, tricky as rock around a Bose
Nothing letting you be until you accept the thing itself, form an matter of the thing, Those.
Cutting you off of the team, warmed the bench with your faded purple shorts, can’t lay up
Jump shots all faded away from the rim, didn’t hit the net on the inside, missing in action
Hidden dreams inaccessible to the common human, boy or girl matured to man & wife
WTH is going too far, going all the way, in no sounds or sights until the infant cries for life.
No abortion, no adoption, no quitting for the all too human, gotta keep it up, go, go, go
We’re all going to the place that always makes us all, #GoGo, yeah you got that, cop blow
Hurry while it’s still hot like the lips you’ve kissed in the past when they be lookin’ good
Goddesses dressed to kill, for me & my entourage of One, we do what we do, in the mood.
Pretend or not, it’s all good, everything is real until it becomes the unreal, One, Two & …
It gets better once you discover that nobody made you but your mama & papa, not God
Souls ain’t rubber or in a salad, searched for and found nowhere, you angry with me too?
I can’t see why, we’re all gonna die & it won’t matter then, ergo, check your ‘tude, my fan.
Freaks just the mutated DNA that was intended to accidentally produce divine amnesia
Forgetting about the Big Bang & the Void that’s free of being, slaves or masters, in fuscia
It’s a turquoise deal, a purple majesty magenta cape and cowl, Batman’s Robin all funky
Just as above, so it is below, all our gods of our grandfathers and grandmothers got drunk.
If there’s anything alive outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, what we don’t know, will eat us
Not literally like a meal, breakfast, dinner or supper but in dissolution of the organic matter
It’s a happening that comes to living things originating from mitosis of mitochondrial events
My children I’ve never referred to them as such, my boys trippin’ as if on petty officer sense.
Between high rocks and low places where only sand keeps you from seeing an empty dot
Shallow emotional attachment to things] that appears when you’re wide awake, I’m a robot
Moving animated from the ingested dead plants and meat of anima, I’ll slam the open-door
Remember when you drank my Spinada & Ripple wine, we went to Chinatown in the SKOR.
I just gave it up for freedom, I knew the world was a ghetto although nobody let me in on sin
Had to run across Truth on a bus going to accordion lessons on Chicago avenue & Damen
Part of the whole shebang is enough to choke a horse, you feel as if it’s not enough to bust
Yet if you know anything about the Way, it’s narrow and difficult to tread upon, yet you must.
It gets tricky in a while, adolescence to adult, where y’all get phuq-up jitters to annihilate
Your relative, your neighbor, fellow citizen strangers & a plethora of unknown particulate
Headed for the center or the corner and either way, there’s nowhere else to relocate chit
An astro or fabulous Jetson-type of @ElonMusk making Time & Space’s holy epileptic fit.
Jump up now, don’t get on down the line, gotta score up in a bucket, it’s a swisheroo too
Created to be dissolved in a Singularity, sand, rocks, H2O & the magic sauce, word’s up
Spells makin’ a mixed bag, cornucopia of causes with specific effects, happy girls’ falls
Without the alpha female, there’s neither alpha male nor omega male, just extinct balls.
Prominent promenade displayed for the minions, believers and deniers alike to jump up
One last gasp, a final riff of the wind comin’ in your face, down to the iron-dome lung cup
Trippin’ to press the kill switch, it’s the triggered imagination to be the last cause of Gods
All about the beginning Alpha ghost of fog, to the bangin’ orgasm more phuqin hotrods.
You got something to say? My discipline of your behavior is somehow being mustered
By powers that be way above my pay grade, I do it all, necessary or else I’m stone dead
Fear has no reality within my brain’s mind, avoidance of death the only One, necessary
Sufficient to have that respect for the power, it’s all about orgasms’ DNA & a tooth fairy.
Hence, bury your bony knees at the wounded & stone cold dead, Made humane history
All love’s holy puddles & ditches of Salem witches, fill & dry up in concert, twist & wobble
Reruns of the same old thing, you and every replica of Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel ad infinitum
Singing this song, it rhymes sometimes, backbeat & rhythm goin’ down, add it up my son.
Buns in the oven, baked until golden brown, on the windowsill to cool for the boys’ swipe
They steal ‘em before I get back in 10 minutes, like they wait for the scent, then attack ape
Like monkeys in the jungle, they jump for the scent, the whiff of the dough and sugar icing
Meant to be, talk in one ear & out the other, flashback LSD, God’s asleep, jump, love, sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Rocktober II, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 2359 hours PST
{ Drafted #OutTheDoor jumpin’ @PointerSisters #JUMP in a loop
Full house of aces and kings keeping the queens and jacks at bay, hackin’ a full boat gun
Et al that they have is all that there may be in the end, where brave women fear to ever go
In and out or both at the same time in a universal way, hub with spokes, man, it’s all One
Buried the Truth so deep that it cannot be ascertained by the simple minded evolved sons.
Beating you into a mix of chocolate covered Oreo cookies, 2% milk melts sugar ala hot lips
Breaking you into East Atlanta or West L.A., just around the corner from moody hooker hips
Could have been New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Mason City (not really MC), Moscow, Paris
Adding up a holy shebang, it appears to be a nightmarish dream of fools who can’t see this.
Clouded by the unknown, putting the backsides out in front of the torch, all men carry, too
Up and down, in and out, it’s the only way to keep the germs providing fodder for the blues
Free to spin the tops & yank the yoyos up and down the string, tricky as rock around a Bose
Nothing letting you be until you accept the thing itself, form an matter of the thing, Those.
Cutting you off of the team, warmed the bench with your faded purple shorts, can’t lay up
Jump shots all faded away from the rim, didn’t hit the net on the inside, missing in action
Hidden dreams inaccessible to the common human, boy or girl matured to man & wife
WTH is going too far, going all the way, in no sounds or sights until the infant cries for life.
No abortion, no adoption, no quitting for the all too human, gotta keep it up, go, go, go
We’re all going to the place that always makes us all, #GoGo, yeah you got that, cop blow
Hurry while it’s still hot like the lips you’ve kissed in the past when they be lookin’ good
Goddesses dressed to kill, for me & my entourage of One, we do what we do, in the mood.
Pretend or not, it’s all good, everything is real until it becomes the unreal, One, Two & …
It gets better once you discover that nobody made you but your mama & papa, not God
Souls ain’t rubber or in a salad, searched for and found nowhere, you angry with me too?
I can’t see why, we’re all gonna die & it won’t matter then, ergo, check your ‘tude, my fan.
Freaks just the mutated DNA that was intended to accidentally produce divine amnesia
Forgetting about the Big Bang & the Void that’s free of being, slaves or masters, in fuscia
It’s a turquoise deal, a purple majesty magenta cape and cowl, Batman’s Robin all funky
Just as above, so it is below, all our gods of our grandfathers and grandmothers got drunk.
If there’s anything alive outside of the Earth’s atmosphere, what we don’t know, will eat us
Not literally like a meal, breakfast, dinner or supper but in dissolution of the organic matter
It’s a happening that comes to living things originating from mitosis of mitochondrial events
My children I’ve never referred to them as such, my boys trippin’ as if on petty officer sense.
Between high rocks and low places where only sand keeps you from seeing an empty dot
Shallow emotional attachment to things] that appears when you’re wide awake, I’m a robot
Moving animated from the ingested dead plants and meat of anima, I’ll slam the open-door
Remember when you drank my Spinada & Ripple wine, we went to Chinatown in the SKOR.
I just gave it up for freedom, I knew the world was a ghetto although nobody let me in on sin
Had to run across Truth on a bus going to accordion lessons on Chicago avenue & Damen
Part of the whole shebang is enough to choke a horse, you feel as if it’s not enough to bust
Yet if you know anything about the Way, it’s narrow and difficult to tread upon, yet you must.
It gets tricky in a while, adolescence to adult, where y’all get phuq-up jitters to annihilate
Your relative, your neighbor, fellow citizen strangers & a plethora of unknown particulate
Headed for the center or the corner and either way, there’s nowhere else to relocate chit
An astro or fabulous Jetson-type of @ElonMusk making Time & Space’s holy epileptic fit.
Jump up now, don’t get on down the line, gotta score up in a bucket, it’s a swisheroo too
Created to be dissolved in a Singularity, sand, rocks, H2O & the magic sauce, word’s up
Spells makin’ a mixed bag, cornucopia of causes with specific effects, happy girls’ falls
Without the alpha female, there’s neither alpha male nor omega male, just extinct balls.
Prominent promenade displayed for the minions, believers and deniers alike to jump up
One last gasp, a final riff of the wind comin’ in your face, down to the iron-dome lung cup
Trippin’ to press the kill switch, it’s the triggered imagination to be the last cause of Gods
All about the beginning Alpha ghost of fog, to the bangin’ orgasm more phuqin hotrods.
You got something to say? My discipline of your behavior is somehow being mustered
By powers that be way above my pay grade, I do it all, necessary or else I’m stone dead
Fear has no reality within my brain’s mind, avoidance of death the only One, necessary
Sufficient to have that respect for the power, it’s all about orgasms’ DNA & a tooth fairy.
Hence, bury your bony knees at the wounded & stone cold dead, Made humane history
All love’s holy puddles & ditches of Salem witches, fill & dry up in concert, twist & wobble
Reruns of the same old thing, you and every replica of Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel ad infinitum
Singing this song, it rhymes sometimes, backbeat & rhythm goin’ down, add it up my son.
Buns in the oven, baked until golden brown, on the windowsill to cool for the boys’ swipe
They steal ‘em before I get back in 10 minutes, like they wait for the scent, then attack ape
Like monkeys in the jungle, they jump for the scent, the whiff of the dough and sugar icing
Meant to be, talk in one ear & out the other, flashback LSD, God’s asleep, jump, love, sing.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Rocktober II, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 2359 hours PST
{ Drafted #OutTheDoor jumpin’ @PointerSisters #JUMP in a loop
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