It’s No TOP Secret
Washington to Florida like California to Maine, it’s a killing within & illusion without doubt
Stole Mother Earth’s virginity without permission, I was walkin’ in my sleep, twist & shout
Out your gaping lips is where all noise begins, linguistic mood swings for all the freaks kids
Brains out of the skulls, using conceptual analysis to clarify or deceive the carotids’ obits.
Being conceived in the innocent infant’s modicum of a mind is like a night light starshine
Stole Mother Earth’s virginity without permission, I was walkin’ in my sleep, twist & shout
Out your gaping lips is where all noise begins, linguistic mood swings for all the freaks kids
Brains out of the skulls, using conceptual analysis to clarify or deceive the carotids’ obits.
Being conceived in the innocent infant’s modicum of a mind is like a night light starshine
Minks or leathers to cover the naked apes’ bare skins, until aliens left us all with polyester
For stockings, a myriad of draping both tailored and without style, much fired-up terr-pine
Up in the smoke, where the angels nobody ever sees in the flesh, it’s where they all go, sir.
Follow your inner inkling of what to do and when to do it, now and then yet never too late
It takes experience to succeed at the art of casting aspersions without being yo’ faux fate
Your mind won’t survive death; memories will vanish like dust in the wind, peace my dove
Earth spinning around counter-clockwise, you imagine looking at the planet from above.
Speak easily at once, now that you’ve swung for the fences & connected 50 times, yo Ruth
It was not my fault that the ball hit the fat part of my club, it was like a magnet of 4 baggers
No exchange to any other bat unless I switch due to a cracked club, screwball hit the Truth
Park a car in Harvard Yard but a Master’s & PhD may be in jeopardy, nothin’ ever matters.
We’ve got history even if you’ve never seen me, nor I you, we’re from the DNA of the parents
Deluded as usual, it will make it all worthwhile, no more disappointments after being dense
Completed the exam’s final with a perfect score, all trigonometry & calculus solved for an A
I know, you know, we all know that restless leg syndrome means, killing being at rest today.
Gravitationally collapsing Earth disappears as y’all recede from its surface, ala infinity meat
Simple Simon was all too complex for a pie man who packed a .44 caliber’ maker of peace
Fortunate son to inherit the empire of Weed Flower, free high far out above the cloud fleece
Mankind ain’t waitin’ for me to tumble off of a roof, I’ll just leap off a high, upper deck seat.
In one way or another, by the end of the life you’ve been fortunate to have consumed, death
Comes while you’re alive & you revere the loss of all spirits, granite stone snorted with Meth
Cross of a savior wasn’t enough for a wake-up call, neither Bodhi Sativa nor I got godspeed
Way too high for the wonder to become normal, brain black-out due to overload’s done deed.
Dirty cheap on the price as it was & will always be forever, is now infinitely expensive ore
Timeless measurement, a duration of consciousness, soul animation within inner Space
Between the outer atmosphere and the middle of the core of the planet, a Divinity’s face
Obtuse yet congruent to a pyramidal 45-degree, acute corner within, 135-degree encore.
Straight number line, negative to the left, positive to the right, That is the Way It Is, man
ROKU or cosmic satellite orbiting counterclockwise about the Rock, wet mud revolution
I know what you know and all of the dead know what the ones who haven’t lived yet know
Not a thing, nothing but the sounds and references to facts that have been posited by Sin.
In the schism you’ve surfed a wave too high for a human to ascend, dicks in the dirt to sing
Straight on down, surfboard flew away from my feet & ankle chain flopping like a tiny spring
Braking at the stop signs, burning rubber at the green lights, a lawless manifestation in sin
Following rules, obeying laws & regulating personal behavior, species extinction, it is done.
A place and a time in or out of your and my mind, as a dream within, it’s one without it all
Unreal reality ready to become annihilated without notice, accidentally or fully intentional
Mark of the beast is where “X” marks the spot, no signature in cursive or fancy crypto-script
Code blue S.O.S. is a final gasp of aspiration, panic and shock and awe, I say, ahoy my ship.
Bright as the dull grey paint on a battleship hull, both fore and aft, it’s the ship of torpedo
Beneficial to be in the right place at the right time, in case you get lucky, downlow ghetto
As above, so below for the needs & desires that cause the sad to become happy apeman
Preconception you ain’t a spirit or a ghost, just a passing method to the madness slogan.
Sundowner ain’t a syndrome, it’s the way things are, the way I recall them, no more, no mas
Stop now before it’s too late, it may already be too far gone, time will tell us future or PASS
Ending may not be happy, may be a sequel to the parody of the things as we know them all
Cause of you & the music, father sky & mother earth, rhythm to rhyme Adam’s Eve ill-fall!
For stockings, a myriad of draping both tailored and without style, much fired-up terr-pine
Up in the smoke, where the angels nobody ever sees in the flesh, it’s where they all go, sir.
Follow your inner inkling of what to do and when to do it, now and then yet never too late
It takes experience to succeed at the art of casting aspersions without being yo’ faux fate
Your mind won’t survive death; memories will vanish like dust in the wind, peace my dove
Earth spinning around counter-clockwise, you imagine looking at the planet from above.
Speak easily at once, now that you’ve swung for the fences & connected 50 times, yo Ruth
It was not my fault that the ball hit the fat part of my club, it was like a magnet of 4 baggers
No exchange to any other bat unless I switch due to a cracked club, screwball hit the Truth
Park a car in Harvard Yard but a Master’s & PhD may be in jeopardy, nothin’ ever matters.
We’ve got history even if you’ve never seen me, nor I you, we’re from the DNA of the parents
Deluded as usual, it will make it all worthwhile, no more disappointments after being dense
Completed the exam’s final with a perfect score, all trigonometry & calculus solved for an A
I know, you know, we all know that restless leg syndrome means, killing being at rest today.
Gravitationally collapsing Earth disappears as y’all recede from its surface, ala infinity meat
Simple Simon was all too complex for a pie man who packed a .44 caliber’ maker of peace
Fortunate son to inherit the empire of Weed Flower, free high far out above the cloud fleece
Mankind ain’t waitin’ for me to tumble off of a roof, I’ll just leap off a high, upper deck seat.
In one way or another, by the end of the life you’ve been fortunate to have consumed, death
Comes while you’re alive & you revere the loss of all spirits, granite stone snorted with Meth
Cross of a savior wasn’t enough for a wake-up call, neither Bodhi Sativa nor I got godspeed
Way too high for the wonder to become normal, brain black-out due to overload’s done deed.
Dirty cheap on the price as it was & will always be forever, is now infinitely expensive ore
Timeless measurement, a duration of consciousness, soul animation within inner Space
Between the outer atmosphere and the middle of the core of the planet, a Divinity’s face
Obtuse yet congruent to a pyramidal 45-degree, acute corner within, 135-degree encore.
Straight number line, negative to the left, positive to the right, That is the Way It Is, man
ROKU or cosmic satellite orbiting counterclockwise about the Rock, wet mud revolution
I know what you know and all of the dead know what the ones who haven’t lived yet know
Not a thing, nothing but the sounds and references to facts that have been posited by Sin.
In the schism you’ve surfed a wave too high for a human to ascend, dicks in the dirt to sing
Straight on down, surfboard flew away from my feet & ankle chain flopping like a tiny spring
Braking at the stop signs, burning rubber at the green lights, a lawless manifestation in sin
Following rules, obeying laws & regulating personal behavior, species extinction, it is done.
A place and a time in or out of your and my mind, as a dream within, it’s one without it all
Unreal reality ready to become annihilated without notice, accidentally or fully intentional
Mark of the beast is where “X” marks the spot, no signature in cursive or fancy crypto-script
Code blue S.O.S. is a final gasp of aspiration, panic and shock and awe, I say, ahoy my ship.
Bright as the dull grey paint on a battleship hull, both fore and aft, it’s the ship of torpedo
Beneficial to be in the right place at the right time, in case you get lucky, downlow ghetto
As above, so below for the needs & desires that cause the sad to become happy apeman
Preconception you ain’t a spirit or a ghost, just a passing method to the madness slogan.
Sundowner ain’t a syndrome, it’s the way things are, the way I recall them, no more, no mas
Stop now before it’s too late, it may already be too far gone, time will tell us future or PASS
Ending may not be happy, may be a sequel to the parody of the things as we know them all
Cause of you & the music, father sky & mother earth, rhythm to rhyme Adam’s Eve ill-fall!
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r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, May 1st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted in two days due to the #Muse striking for more Time-Off, also
while listenin’ to @ACDC #WholeLottaRosie link @ https://youtu.be/bAOwDZoWXRI?si=BWQUOAGAVjIOJXg5 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?
PICASSO
