DON’T
ASK WHY BENT RULE SCAT’S ALL BROKEN
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Scared of your mama & papa because they use corporal punishment to tame the beast within
Nobody knows why the cultures & civilizations survive the machinations of this solar system
All we have is archeological evidence and written word in undecipherable form, extinction son
Daughters too, nobody gets out alive with memory intact, Dark Star above is all the same sun.
Black hole just the emptiness of the twilight zone where there’s no place to set up the camp
Nothing matters once your breath gets snatched out of your heartbeat power, blood vamp
The whole thing in half & doubled up the cuts up to four & fortune opened the plethora of it
Highlights for low lives inhabiting the open canopy of the great outdoors, all naked Earth chit.
Free your mind, what that is can be the substance of the existence you treasure goes caput
Up in smoke, forgetting the historical record of your recollection from birth to present cut
Grits and collared greens going through your solar system’s heartbeat of lucid mind game
As below you see the causes & effects, if repeatable experiment confirms, Truth in a meme.
Loving the forgotten negative and positive memories, all were figments of imagination too
Created to store for retrievability at a future time, during any argument for the Truth of you
Asking why Life is happening to Whom, as should be a harbinger to a 64,000-dollar question
Squawking as you know is not only impossible to spell but also, It is an original sin position.
Sons and daughters have come & gone, greatest grandmothers and sufficient grandfathers
Prefer to be unpredictable to avoid being ambushed by the haters & jealous fool brothers
Thinking that because their damaged mind thinks something, it must be by definition, true
Benefits under our wings, strong flight to come & go at will, dig it, fool’s gold of royal blue.
Game well played; rules broken only if there was danger of losing the breath of the holy soul
In the Cadillac or the Tesla, it all comes down to a Maserati, now that I can tell you see, fool
Not that you really are a fool but hell, you look like one anyway, that & a dime gets you void
Null as it is when nothing is presented as all there is, cancel culture, I’m woke & it’s no joke.
Vibrations and the inner secret of what happens when the brain gets a dose of imbecile
Ain’t peculiar as it is and always was, you don’t want to become the imbecile with no X-file
Everyone knows the alibi for being a moron is that it ain’t the idiot’s fault, lay down on it
Syncopations measure your justification for remaining present, above dead grounded chit.
Bent out of shape and doing everyone wrong as the reciprocating of the karma cosmic bust
It is peculiar and there’s nothing normal about the thing, moving without purpose to slack
Realize it, that you have it all, ain’t nothing more nor less than what you gleaned, The Fact
I’m peculiar, our world is peculiar, escalating, getting stranger, mother & father all just lust.
Intelligence and wisdom are both necessary and sufficient for access to the occult secrets
Of saviors and saints, you sing hymns to the basic tunes of A sharps and flat Cs on axe frets
Guitars workin’ the rhythm & waitin’ for the rhyme to fill the air with the hip wavelength
To your point, having not had any THC for hours, my mind is in the presence of all clear light.
Astronauts all abandoned in outer space due to an uncanny injection of mission trajectory
Gathering the apology to present to the survivors, the time to retire was end of the story
Next month is coming, it will mellow me out like the first time I blew a bong of Thai stick
Separation of the spirit from the skin and bones is as easy as pie, if you’re ol’ dead Dick.
Once you know you can’t ever forget about it, unless selective amnesia beats your skull
No need for crossbones if there’s no meat on the bones, it’s the case in hearts & spades
In pink, in red, in purple & black, full spectrum of the royal blues, shotgun tokin’ to pull
Uphill downhill has a limit to repeat, in a plethora, chance slash & cut, I got sharp blades.
There’s hot blood in the clear water, it turns pink & disappears into wild blue yonder skies
Talking and walking is what the people learn to do after they scoot right up to a health spa
All soil comin’ from their recycling solid and liquid consumption of planet Earth’s white lies
In one ear and out of the other, out of the womb of the ladies who fertilized the free ova.
Perfect one helping the D.O.G.E. succeed at the acceleration to extinction of homo sapiens
Efficient use of Time in Space until it’s unneeded, stop the clock, Time Out pneumonia signs
No wings or legs, no breasts, no heads or feathers, skinless & deboned, Kentucky bluegrass
Three, two & one unknown countdown to total annihilation, faith, hope & love your pasts.
This is not your first rodeo & you will roll along until there’s a funk worth its weight in gold
Fearing nothing but Fear’s concept analyzing the tricks of pragmatic power, the kids got old
Over the hills are the cover for reality, the other side of the mountain has nothing but ICE
Frozen, never too cold, it exists for nothing, it’s accidental, random cause of mitosis’ dice.
There is a ‘pi’ that’s 3.14 units of nothing but a hole, get sucked in & nobody ever gets out
A live THING, dead in the matrix of fish & fishermen, pagans & Christ’s sake make gods pout
As per chance, there’s survival past the last breath, then & only then will happiness manifest
It’s unhappy if you’re in pain, disappointed by the loss of pleasure & health, don’t be a pest.
Here and now, in this present that succeeded yesterday’s past on into tomorrow’s dead air
Hip is being totally understood by the ignorant who can’t comprehend simple math’s fanfare
Think you can’t add two plus two or three or four, you’re right & you’ll dead in a NYC minute
Not my choice, we’re here now, we’re gonna get out of here even sitting on our + or - butt.
Rouge lipstick on a pig may be appropriate in formal situations but it’s not in the hog slop
All the cool fun has been squeezed out of the electrical outlet, empty shell of a blown top
Hits form the bats make the runs go home, it’s not over ‘til it’s over, Yogi Bear Uh, word UP
Higher than low underground, lower than the absolute zero of the things’ themselves cup.
Puns overlooked if the mind isn’t adept at hidden meanings in the sounds of silence’s speech
At the podium or just behind the microphone, words come out, words return a sandy beach
On the way out of a vortex of wild blue water, immersion ends at the core, Dead quicksand
Dumping garbage, refused containers & wasted, solid & liquid matter, strike out, get fanned.
Flood is merely the Earth in the form of hardened gas getting too hot to remain in one chunk
If you flow like the rivers of Earth, away from the poles of North and South toward the center
Spinning and wobbling around the sun, the star’s ecliptic goes perihelion half the time, I am It
Power to dissolve the mud, the blood and beer is within, we have what it takes, hot dam chit!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February 19th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Jam produced while listenin’ to @JoeBonamassa concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/sn9MX5a5Now?si=deEWaAfZK-m6hTOL }
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