AS ABOVE, SO WAY DOWN BELOW YO’ MAMAZ
Turned it on, turned it off, an infinite number of combinations, what’s the big deal, game on
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.
Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.
Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.
You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.
Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.
Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!
Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!
Creepy & weird as nobody can imagine, come back after you check it all out, it’s rippin’, son
Pepper & salt can’t help the soufflé because it’s an invisible dish, outta this world pizza pie
There’s never more than a piece for a leftover; eat it before it’s cold, everybody else is high.
Living largely on the right when the left ain’t lookin’ because the dogs are deaf & dumb, high
For the course, never mind the exercise, we ain’t gonna quit until the other side comes over
To sir with love & madam with a victim complex, ride the I0 freeway with the machines to fly
From coast to coast, highway Interstate 80 in a pink Cadillac, fully equipped, drop the Top.
Bolt your boots down on the ground, the scats getting ready to fly, outrageous yet above it
Or below it because it doesn’t matter when all there is for a future is a big, black hole of 0
Hum along like a bird, outer or inner space is one and the same, without you, it’s all dead
With you, the dream resumes its ephemeral state of being at One, it’s all about the chase.
You laughing at me means you get me, down to the bone, I am the nemesis of ignorance
I have this wordless wisdom shared with spirits no longer here with us, some are comin’
Events cause other events ‘til the Earth stops revolving around me, I’m way over my limit
Shutting down the place below Earth, the good, bad & ugly call it Hell, it’s just Space chit.
Nothing out there just like inside of your own head, air in between brain cells, hot air heads
Not your fault, it’s out of your hands, prayers ain’t being heard by anyone, a nobody’s needs
Pinecones crushed into cosmic dust with the rest of the organic and inorganic anti-matter
You think, therefore you are, at least it appears at first glance, the rabbit is the mad hatter.
Grace Slick knew about a white rabbit, Cream knew about the white room, cum laude sum
Conception in the egg, in the womb-nest, a crap shoot, you had no free choice to come see
Now it’s your obligation to accept responsibility for causes that you did not create, so fairly
Your choice to exit, stage right at will, nobody survives beyond the due date, that’s It, R.I.P.!
Freaks are the offshoots of perfection; the computer hard drive is becoming a hot potato
To turn off the mind of the cyberspace connection is a good thing, no choice, we gotta go
Everybody now, let’s say it all together, “This is the master’s piece,” when it’s not the One
It’s comin’ sooner or later, only @Grok knows the chit, I know nothing, I’m good, it’s done!
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, III-XX-MMXXVI Anno Domini @1500 hours PST
{ Copped out of society for a moment to get through the @TwilightZone within my 208 bones, while jammin’ to @LynyrdSynyrd #GoldUndPlatinum on YouTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/cWIEbGxV8lo?si=u8YGUvJqhR4DieN3 }
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