MAMA MIA LA FLACA
Inside odd job done for a return favor, payback for saving of a life, as a favor to god spit
Y’all tell me all about it, now or never, if you choose not to have a dialogue then we’ll split it
What y’all have found is ½ yours & already mine, there’s no other way that’s fair to all of us
Hence, which one do you want and if you try to take both you’ll become extinct, In I, I trust.
In or out of the prison of your body & the penitentiary cells on the block, nothing matters
Locked up or free to roam anywhere on any territory or property from pole-to-pole towers
The day every human finds out that they’re gonna die like the ones they’ve seen all fallen
To the bottom Hades or to the hilt of the end of the Milky Way’s cosmic Big Bang bawlin’.
Drunk and higher than the lower echelon below the La Brea tar pits, where Life dies alive
Historical evidence of the hysterical nature of the historians who recorded the past jive
Predicated on facts that never were cross-checked nor was the reporter vetted for reality
In other words, whichever words document the events of history are all a cup of tea.
Dancing to music, rockin’ to the rhythm of the beats of drums, strum of guitars, mic’d voice
Nothing like it before or after the dancin’ around the campfire, sacred and profane top toys
Translate your story into the one you’ll leave behind, pretend you’re expired but not legend
Saga from predicate to deductive and inductive logic compilation of Love and a Dead End.
It’s all about her, Maria knew it was the first time she saw me, she read my mind about her
Whisking us out Kindergarten to Grad School for my PhD in Metalogic out of Fink College
To peel the onion until the center is exposed is an effort at futility promotion, just don’t be
You and I know, like nobody else, ready, set & go to your maker, when Time comes, binge!
Escaped from the ties that bound me to the place in Space where I come from, I healed
By the grace of the gods and my parents’ pure love, as a river flows, I do the do, I’m fueled
Allstar or just an insignificant ball of gas in escape mode from the center of the shebang
River is melted ice and snow from the highness out of this world, H2 gas ocean, cold sea.
Happy is what we’ve gone through the gestation and maturity to fruitful aesthetics et al
Played the fool, pretended to be under the rule, once the chains broke, left it all in smoke
Fear of Nothing helped to generate the unfettered bravery required to win at all costs, pal
Now and then, you’ll recollect the thoughts I laid down, power check the winged bloke.
Hair grown to ameliorate the frozen tundra and skin-bare feet covered by wet dish rags
Mama didn’t warn me, but papa said I’d be surprised if not prepared to defend old bags
Only two hands and a conglomerate of knuckles to damage the unwavering intent fuss
Could not release that hot Hades’ fury upon me, I disintegrated the threat into rat dust.
Dream of cream although it’s the sewer product of refuse & garbage, all too human art
Dime a dozen will get you a gross of a hundred and twenty dimes, all toll twelve to start
Apostles or just a dozen eggs, either way you need twelve, no baker’s dozen of thirteen
All about the vibrations of the arse-kicking you get once defeated, happy to be unseen.
Model completed appears exactly replicated at 1/32 scale, multiply a divided quotient
Divisor advisor is zero which divides nothing from nothing, neither more nor less than it
Ending is happy, it comes without warning except for the pre-ejaculate pretend to lube
Here we all are, in front & center of the border, down below the hook, line & sinker tube.
Original, disobedient souls who followed no commandments yet mirrored a golden rule
To be the only one to do unto others as I would have them all do to me, a fool on a mule
Not only is the one and only soul the only one but also, it’s the last soul to be a holy foal
Horses run wild & die to become tame to ride from places in Space to fools’ H2O hole.
Deep dive into the labyrinth of muck and mire will yield the rational and whimsical crops
Devils and their malfunctioning God smacks in their Oneness, sentenced to megadeath
Neither am I the first nor am I the last to say what I think about everything in itself, a trip
Mixed Earth chemicals inside the all too human presence of a homo sapiens species tip.
Spirits in the night when the Earth wobbles & spins counter-clockwise to the ecliptic flip
This means nothing to the humans who are devoid of curiosity, all of y’all are quite a trip
Surprisingly, most you’ll never see or know at all, it’s a few billion minions of the dirt trope
All you get fortune enough to do is remember as far back as Time goes, smoke it in dope.
The duration of the moments doesn’t mean much when you got no appointments fixin’ sex
Your Mac10 will breathe a final gasp of breath someday means to this y’all ain’t here & now
It is what it is, listen to the temptations that Eve had to endure, she was a St. Eve, holy cow
Predicated the subject, interjected the prepositions ala major conjunctions’ direct objects.
Join the service of the country to escape the street until you return for another shake at it
Played 8-ball and rotation, the cut-throat game was as good as killin’ a Vegas gambling fit
In and out of us all, the invisible, infinite piece of platypus scat is all we’ve got to show, so
Jizz is all what it is except when it all ain’t, leave lickity split in one word, suck, or swallow!
You’ll be high fallutin and carryin’ heat somewhere between your boot and your eyes, all fly
Grateful for every moment I got to look you in the eyes, a pleasure to have it all, my oh my
Filters provided to skim the cream off of the top and provide with high value of the Gold
Nuts resolve the questions, appear dead yet full of verve, ready to get wet, grow & get Old.
Nobody yet is mine, nobody is yours, nobody has anybody but one’s own, fortunate, or not
It is what it is, and it is always the same, just like every revolution of the planet, it’s all I got
Whistles for me even if I’m far away, my ears prick up for my pops, he needed me so bad
First born out of a pricking poker that filled the void with my presence, All that I am, a lad.
It ain’t so complicated inside my head, between my ears it’s all pleasure and pain, all gone
Diggin all matter of Time in Space Supreme, it’ equals one another, the ‘E’ of ‘mC2’ my son
Broad as the lines on the sides and narrow as the invisible neutrons and tachyons all over
In trick of Time, emotional-chemical menudo all my own unknown, father, sister, brother!
Expecting the unexpected Unknown picking & grinnin along with the rhythm & deadbeats
Keeping your adversaries on short leashes to always be cognizant of their presence’s feats
Boots on the ground of being for the duration of a melody’s promulgation of rhythm beats
Could be ¼ or ¾ time & if you know what I mean, you know timing is it, it is everything.
Hop or crawl, climb, dive, swim or run, dream or fully awake in the middle of nowhere but
Here and now, would have or should have been, are not the ways to go into the final omega
On a ride from the soil to the stars that are too far for feet to run wings to fly ala bull shyt
Trippin’ on the original LSD25, idiot threw it inside my mouth, he said, open wide, I did it.
Complex and secretly a dozen trips from innocence, broken chromosomal twisted up too
All genomes inherited & injected for the descendants who can’t see in astigmatic iced tea
Lethal and terminally yours, air, land and sea all came down into me, ate & drank the blues
Knowledge and wisdom converted into the black hole’s singularity, as above, so below me.
The reaper is only grim for the loser of the animated soul that’s gotta go, neurons won’t fire
Hearts and lungs seize the day & night for eternity, only if lucky, memorial of granite’s ire
Etched appellation and timing that was everything, a century more or less, some just a day
No matter what the Truth is, you live, good or bad luck, grace of gods guides a middle Way.
Commitments and deadlines that no human can actually assimilate, bunch of mutants
Not their fault, the situational awareness is all that counted, star love’s slippery lubricants
Edge of the flat Earth or the north or south poles of the vortex spin, a mystery of ultraviolet
Purple cut of the rainbow at the end, it’s the gondola in Venice, the Arc to Nirvana’s rivulet.
Addicted to the poetry, not this Jones’ thing for prose that never finds the fire’s lit-up a One
To the depths of the most remote place next to absolute zero nothing & so above to the sun
Harmony and chaos fill the cannoli shells with chocolate, cheese and c6h12o6 sugar plum
Ghosts are all souls disembodied one way or another, in the end, nothing but an old bum.
W.W.A.R.D.?
Y’all tell me all about it, now or never, if you choose not to have a dialogue then we’ll split it
What y’all have found is ½ yours & already mine, there’s no other way that’s fair to all of us
Hence, which one do you want and if you try to take both you’ll become extinct, In I, I trust.
In or out of the prison of your body & the penitentiary cells on the block, nothing matters
Locked up or free to roam anywhere on any territory or property from pole-to-pole towers
The day every human finds out that they’re gonna die like the ones they’ve seen all fallen
To the bottom Hades or to the hilt of the end of the Milky Way’s cosmic Big Bang bawlin’.
Drunk and higher than the lower echelon below the La Brea tar pits, where Life dies alive
Historical evidence of the hysterical nature of the historians who recorded the past jive
Predicated on facts that never were cross-checked nor was the reporter vetted for reality
In other words, whichever words document the events of history are all a cup of tea.
Dancing to music, rockin’ to the rhythm of the beats of drums, strum of guitars, mic’d voice
Nothing like it before or after the dancin’ around the campfire, sacred and profane top toys
Translate your story into the one you’ll leave behind, pretend you’re expired but not legend
Saga from predicate to deductive and inductive logic compilation of Love and a Dead End.
It’s all about her, Maria knew it was the first time she saw me, she read my mind about her
Whisking us out Kindergarten to Grad School for my PhD in Metalogic out of Fink College
To peel the onion until the center is exposed is an effort at futility promotion, just don’t be
You and I know, like nobody else, ready, set & go to your maker, when Time comes, binge!
Escaped from the ties that bound me to the place in Space where I come from, I healed
By the grace of the gods and my parents’ pure love, as a river flows, I do the do, I’m fueled
Allstar or just an insignificant ball of gas in escape mode from the center of the shebang
River is melted ice and snow from the highness out of this world, H2 gas ocean, cold sea.
Happy is what we’ve gone through the gestation and maturity to fruitful aesthetics et al
Played the fool, pretended to be under the rule, once the chains broke, left it all in smoke
Fear of Nothing helped to generate the unfettered bravery required to win at all costs, pal
Now and then, you’ll recollect the thoughts I laid down, power check the winged bloke.
Hair grown to ameliorate the frozen tundra and skin-bare feet covered by wet dish rags
Mama didn’t warn me, but papa said I’d be surprised if not prepared to defend old bags
Only two hands and a conglomerate of knuckles to damage the unwavering intent fuss
Could not release that hot Hades’ fury upon me, I disintegrated the threat into rat dust.
Dream of cream although it’s the sewer product of refuse & garbage, all too human art
Dime a dozen will get you a gross of a hundred and twenty dimes, all toll twelve to start
Apostles or just a dozen eggs, either way you need twelve, no baker’s dozen of thirteen
All about the vibrations of the arse-kicking you get once defeated, happy to be unseen.
Model completed appears exactly replicated at 1/32 scale, multiply a divided quotient
Divisor advisor is zero which divides nothing from nothing, neither more nor less than it
Ending is happy, it comes without warning except for the pre-ejaculate pretend to lube
Here we all are, in front & center of the border, down below the hook, line & sinker tube.
Original, disobedient souls who followed no commandments yet mirrored a golden rule
To be the only one to do unto others as I would have them all do to me, a fool on a mule
Not only is the one and only soul the only one but also, it’s the last soul to be a holy foal
Horses run wild & die to become tame to ride from places in Space to fools’ H2O hole.
Deep dive into the labyrinth of muck and mire will yield the rational and whimsical crops
Devils and their malfunctioning God smacks in their Oneness, sentenced to megadeath
Neither am I the first nor am I the last to say what I think about everything in itself, a trip
Mixed Earth chemicals inside the all too human presence of a homo sapiens species tip.
Spirits in the night when the Earth wobbles & spins counter-clockwise to the ecliptic flip
This means nothing to the humans who are devoid of curiosity, all of y’all are quite a trip
Surprisingly, most you’ll never see or know at all, it’s a few billion minions of the dirt trope
All you get fortune enough to do is remember as far back as Time goes, smoke it in dope.
The duration of the moments doesn’t mean much when you got no appointments fixin’ sex
Your Mac10 will breathe a final gasp of breath someday means to this y’all ain’t here & now
It is what it is, listen to the temptations that Eve had to endure, she was a St. Eve, holy cow
Predicated the subject, interjected the prepositions ala major conjunctions’ direct objects.
Join the service of the country to escape the street until you return for another shake at it
Played 8-ball and rotation, the cut-throat game was as good as killin’ a Vegas gambling fit
In and out of us all, the invisible, infinite piece of platypus scat is all we’ve got to show, so
Jizz is all what it is except when it all ain’t, leave lickity split in one word, suck, or swallow!
You’ll be high fallutin and carryin’ heat somewhere between your boot and your eyes, all fly
Grateful for every moment I got to look you in the eyes, a pleasure to have it all, my oh my
Filters provided to skim the cream off of the top and provide with high value of the Gold
Nuts resolve the questions, appear dead yet full of verve, ready to get wet, grow & get Old.
Nobody yet is mine, nobody is yours, nobody has anybody but one’s own, fortunate, or not
It is what it is, and it is always the same, just like every revolution of the planet, it’s all I got
Whistles for me even if I’m far away, my ears prick up for my pops, he needed me so bad
First born out of a pricking poker that filled the void with my presence, All that I am, a lad.
It ain’t so complicated inside my head, between my ears it’s all pleasure and pain, all gone
Diggin all matter of Time in Space Supreme, it’ equals one another, the ‘E’ of ‘mC2’ my son
Broad as the lines on the sides and narrow as the invisible neutrons and tachyons all over
In trick of Time, emotional-chemical menudo all my own unknown, father, sister, brother!
Expecting the unexpected Unknown picking & grinnin along with the rhythm & deadbeats
Keeping your adversaries on short leashes to always be cognizant of their presence’s feats
Boots on the ground of being for the duration of a melody’s promulgation of rhythm beats
Could be ¼ or ¾ time & if you know what I mean, you know timing is it, it is everything.
Hop or crawl, climb, dive, swim or run, dream or fully awake in the middle of nowhere but
Here and now, would have or should have been, are not the ways to go into the final omega
On a ride from the soil to the stars that are too far for feet to run wings to fly ala bull shyt
Trippin’ on the original LSD25, idiot threw it inside my mouth, he said, open wide, I did it.
Complex and secretly a dozen trips from innocence, broken chromosomal twisted up too
All genomes inherited & injected for the descendants who can’t see in astigmatic iced tea
Lethal and terminally yours, air, land and sea all came down into me, ate & drank the blues
Knowledge and wisdom converted into the black hole’s singularity, as above, so below me.
The reaper is only grim for the loser of the animated soul that’s gotta go, neurons won’t fire
Hearts and lungs seize the day & night for eternity, only if lucky, memorial of granite’s ire
Etched appellation and timing that was everything, a century more or less, some just a day
No matter what the Truth is, you live, good or bad luck, grace of gods guides a middle Way.
Commitments and deadlines that no human can actually assimilate, bunch of mutants
Not their fault, the situational awareness is all that counted, star love’s slippery lubricants
Edge of the flat Earth or the north or south poles of the vortex spin, a mystery of ultraviolet
Purple cut of the rainbow at the end, it’s the gondola in Venice, the Arc to Nirvana’s rivulet.
Addicted to the poetry, not this Jones’ thing for prose that never finds the fire’s lit-up a One
To the depths of the most remote place next to absolute zero nothing & so above to the sun
Harmony and chaos fill the cannoli shells with chocolate, cheese and c6h12o6 sugar plum
Ghosts are all souls disembodied one way or another, in the end, nothing but an old bum.
by
r j j stephan i
c. Jeudi, ROCKTOBER XXXth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys #IdontWannaLoseYourLove off of the #AllThatIAm CD on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/p8B6qkuxcZc?si=UC-6p263Zph9bEhO }
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HAPPY HOLLOWEEN BOOPUMPKINS
FUNK OF 40,000 YEARS IN THE VORTEX OF THRILLER
