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GETS THE CLUES TO EXTINCTION, STAY OUT OF TOWN
Seared skinned & de-boned meat from the acceptable BBQ of the fish & game, casted pods You learned to fend for yourself or die trying, it’s about the survival of the most fit to serve The genome has no empathy, it appears to be programmed for success until the lost nerve For us all, the dead men and women built the keys to destruction, stolen valor of the gods. It ain’t our fault that this systematic, circle jerk has precedence over happy fun and games Since nothing is gonna last forever, we all may as well have a good time and enjoy the ride I ain’t lyin’ and you know that I wouldn’t chit you since you’re my favorite turd-sickle, off key Pete’s got a gripe, call it like this, for Cripe Pete’s, no reason for that, all about the mockery. Two thumbs, eight fingers, eight toes and two big ones help you walk the dog & wash dishes Taxation without representation committed in perpetuity, required to be or not, to be fishes Space between atoms unleashed by the Big Bang, a long spell ago before your divine eyes Unrecorded musical scores floating above & below divine free forms of wasted white lies. Secrets saved in the safest place with a score of less than the fins you lost to me, odds out Keeping your mind on the prize is the only focus you need to succeed, there’s no other way Random luck of the draw won’t do for consistent success, you gotta be the edge of doubt In each and every case both past & future used to be or will be the present, it hurts to pout. Thumping on your ears wakes you up every time, why we sleep only the late show slacker Fear & loathing of the apprehension that accompanies waiting for the next back attacker Hardly a psycho killer inside of me very often, in and out of the psyche, runnin’ far as I can Further than any dream you can get immersed in, far from the Milky Way & so, too human. What I need and what I want are acts of kindness from the billionaires inside the wet dream It is what it is and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it, it’s all out of human control Now and then before your ending of animation, up and down, both above and below it all You’ll know it when you see it, then you’ll know it all, above as below, makes you scream. Held the outburst reaction to the news whether good, bad or just ugly, a metabolized saga My heart and soul are all in for the roller-coaster ride, up, down, twisting gravitational Gaga Casting aspersions at the innocent & the wild aliens from any other solar system, all good On cue, entering the bass & trout heaven, catchin’ & releasing’ what I got, because I could. My catharsis is so full of scat because I’ve gorged on daily banquets preceding fiber tricks It is more or less a freak of nature, recombined RNA at random, ‘bout boxes & dix, ain’t it? What it is can’t be put into a nutshell unless you can define & categorize Nothing at all, fool Talkin’ to myself, not you, fool, that’s just a manner of speakin’ to a blind lump of you, cool? Silver lining ain’t in the clouds, searched & found it deeply hidden inside of the crazy mind Gold can only be contained by the sun’s star power, only lead is left over, philosopher stone Hollywood to Bangor, the main point is that Time is short, not too short or too long, I find Walkin’ or trotting’ near the river path to find that rainbow flow, pot of gold that’s all mine. How long has it been since you fell asleep in the crib of crips & bloods? You’ve become one
Philosopher, daddio to go you’ve mined the lead out of the ground of being, it’s all gold, son High or low from Do to So, man oh man, it’ll whack your nerves with the chills of frozen ice Way of the center without any option of turning back or changing paths, frets struttin’ nice. Rockin’ me daddio, come on mama you know what I’m talkin’ about, the lead’s turned gold In the backseat of my father’s Fords, Chevys & Dodges, many fathers of daughters did fold To the intent of the Jolly Roger power of the philosopher’s stone, gotta kill the noise, @papa Full house kept the 4th ace off the table, I’m all in, I can’t lose, then a posse robbed my trip. I woke up & became so woke that I couldn’t get back to sleep, thoughts mutated dead eyes I never could stand up to the consolidation of every single thing, echo ear shots bye & byes Free from every atom, blackness’ infinity quite feisty when you’re infused with a holy water Without it, H2O is all there is at the bottom of you & I, no god above or below the slaughter. Can’t believe someone just yelled at me from fat lips, “#uck you, dummy!” Let’s back-flip I looked around and got a shock, a room full of mirrors reflecting self-inflicted wound chit Naturally a hater was a lover, jaded or faded with a chip on the shoulders, both will do it On the cue, beat the drums, thump the bass, riff on the lead and rhythm, song sung RIP! Glue put the beach next to the deep, blue sea, the H2O, the underwater, holding breath Fire won’t give up the spark, ignition out of spontaneous combustion follows Man’s death Pushin’ the words out of my neck before or after I got my ego higher than the blue-sky trip Survive the extinction just like the divine intended for the dead weight, hit the deck & skip. Revive your spiritual kneeling down before the false gods before and after me, drop it, LSD Esse amigo, never get high when you drive wheels in or out of traffic, God won’t forgive thee Great that y’all are grateful but you don’t have to be, it’s your Ego Trip, you get all proceeds When you’re done, it’s all over, no recollection or rerun for friendly fire, annihilated seeds. It’s today for everyone on this Earth except for you, you’ve expired because you killed Time Others killed your time for you if you’ve ever began gittin’ more than your fair share of slime Murder, self-defense killing, accidental termination of you & I, comes furnished, superbad Vacancy exists that you allow to flash in your face 24/7, it’s infinitely powered, super salad. I wandered to Tacoma & Seattle, back to Cool, California by the dam, fork American rivers I know you ain’t gonna apologize for the wrongs you initiated, all just for little & big sisters Chief, it’s a struggle that you inherited being conceived by the troublemakers, mas & pas Fear to loathe it, be happy without any worries, lead turned my vision to Gold, cops’ fuzz. Babies born, old women and young men die every day, y’all always have & always will croak Self, soul, consciousness, abstractions of hope that death as feared isn’t all there is, bloke No mistake, you’ll get through even the most difficult times ahead, like the ones behind too Immortal bleeding out of the First Cause’s pain of being all alone in Space, forever be blue.
by r j j stephan, i c. Dimanche, Blovember XV, MMXIV Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST { Drafted ‘doubting Thomas-like” while jammin’ to @papaRoach #EgoTrip CD, #LeaveALightOn #TalkAwayTheDark #AlwaysWandering on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/D6HgmT2cttM?si=1Evi_7gNL9qyq3cn } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
Here and now on the ground of Earth in the all too human year 2024 A.D.
Where conceived and born to run like a backstreet, tiny, little sister creed
Appearance of forms of matter, so completes the first act, it’s Intercoursed
Makin’ the panties drop just bein’ in the same neighborhood of it, kid rocked.
Wrecked father’s creation once or twice, occurred when my guard dropped
It wasn’t far from a grasp of my two hands to a higher ground of a .44 popped
Hit the spot every time, danger lurks dawn to dusk & sunset to sunrise swing
If you don’t expire by accident you’ll still fail to be conscious once upon a time.
Stapled my stomach and regurgitated everything I always have an appetite for
My mistake that I thought it would help me control my addiction to sweet & sour
Had the staple removed & now I’ve lost my appetite for everything, I got no taste
I can’t smell either, lucky I can still hear & see the separate reality, spunky waste.
Really have too many rules to observe hence, penalties will be a perfunctory dish
You won’t have to worry about betting 'cause nobody beats the house on the odds
See what you want when you win or lose, bottom line you’ll either owe or hit a score
Drift away & you’ll see what I mean when your uncle throws you into a lake of fish.
With the heavy load of being a chip off of the old block, my mom & dad laid the path
For the Way in the middle between the Good & the Evil, all straight ahead of death
Nothing you can do about it other than be aware & be wary of a thing itself & forms
Psycho-Social disadvantage for the aliens from another planet, as we're the worms.
Deduce the conclusion from the veracity of the premises assumed, it’s not irrational
In fact, the facts of life are the One & the Many who relate to empty space nationals
We called them “aliens” from other planets & they sued all united states of minds
Inside looking outside at the random causes that precede the final ending’s opines.
Beginning at the end & finishing up at the start of the game, it’s like, man, I’m #Sorry
But it’s the name of the game, you can’t make this scat up, it’s garbage afloat, see?
In the meantime, I play on a ground, it’s a playground, work in place, it’s a workplace
Equation has an infinite result if you begin prior to Big Bangs & fusion in yo' face.
Zero function of a void ‘tween atoms of hydrogen & its derivatives, nothing to see
Nothing to hear, smell or taste, not like a real thing if you know what I mean, baby
Gas is not liquid, gas ain't solid, It is all there is & IT gets frozen & hard without blues
Shining hot on dirt left over from one Big Bang, making H2O & Life & Death too.
I made some mistakes before you knew I wasn’t perfect like others, all too human
Got off of my knees whenever I found myself prostrate, grounded, crushed loving
Gave it away to many as I found needed it 'fore they even knew it was missing, King
Needs & random desires for the pleasure of simple-minded, naked apes of Rocking.
Force of a conglomeration of cells moving in Space hit a purple wall, bluish red goo
Appears seemingly out of nowhere but it’s the essence of matrix, like orgasm-screw
It ain’t my invention, didn’t create things rollin’ around here & now, I’m just a Temp
Clothes hangin’ out on the limbs, near the creek around 2 AM, skinny dipped, wooh!
Dreams end whether the dreamer is consciously aware or not, death's inevitable, so
You & everybody else might have forgotten, l remind you that Life's transitory blow
We go in & out of that egg, we’ve grown into this substance-form, ask for more too
Double Jello Shots o’ 151 rum made me love you more, whisp #OnIt, eyes love you.
Met out for dinner Friday eve & made her panties drop like they were lead, fine dine
Sweet talked 'til the chocolate covered cherry got naked to a 208 bone hurricane
One-Stop-Shop can’t complain since it’s infinite replenishment of cream of the crop
Wine, vodka, gin, whiskey, rye, hops & crops of Mary Gold, just a passenger, no cop.
Gridiron just a hundred yards of points to play a game of odds you score on demand
Passing, running & going coast to coast beyond a flag at a zero-yard line, win a grand
Whistle, buzzer-beater, blank-gun-powder gunshot at a bull’s eye, a 100 yards a lot
Couldn’t miss, sharp-shooter followed perfection, 1 to the head 2 to the heart shot.
Wheezing at a dance, sick as a dog but wanted to show affection for objection skin
Suddenly, impacted by whichever medicine kicked into my big toe to head, I’m in
Contact high, keep breathing in and out, don’t stop to go to sleep, it ain’t sleep at all
Dead before dying after fine dining with Kracker backers, holy scat in a glory hole.
Educated the fools from the historical record of dead fools, more fools ad infinitum
They don’t know that there can be no show on stage, hell’s down there, we get some
Higher than Earth’s stratosphere, astronauts found naught but a quiet empty hole
Black it is, only a star’s shine, the Void is what it is, soul on ice, we people, let’s roll!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, BLOVEMBER 7th, MMXXIV Anno Domini at 411 PMPST
{ Crafted in advance of the #Revolution, If there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go, Don’t Worry now y’all… suck It up… link @ https://youtu.be/x1xmXOP3lhM }
Full of the strikes and balls that don’t get called because there ain’t any fools leftover for RA Sun god, stars’ gods with the hush puppies on & the rock & roll, come Monday or nevermore Ugly faced, my grandma called me out when I made faces at her disciplinary actions, baby I faced the final schism from the divinity, mother’s womb my first time inside of a little lady. That was a trip waiting for First Cause’s effects to wane, until the final spike’s driven home Imagine contraction into a Singularity & then before you know it, a blown Big Bang header See nothing but the foam on the top of your mug of ale, cancer & immortal pirates of sand Every grain steady during the infinite revolution and wobble around the ecliptic, Oh Man! Adios & via con Dias is all I leave you with in your secret pocket, you can cash it in on Never It’s all just a little adios before I can’t speak or hear a thing anymore, I need a cheeseburger Maybe two or three of ‘em… fries & ketchup too, pickle & a warm bun, my chief target’s eye Bulls or men in every case, walking on the water when it’s ice, that’ll be coast-to-coast tie. I have one big idea that came out of nowhere & I’m passin’ it on to you & my uncle crackers Don’t even know anything before birth, know a little about a lot, I guess the minions’ fears More than I knew before my conception as well as more than I’ll know, I’ll die with pie in sky Seers attempted to give the clues to the mystery, it’s Unknown for a reason, scared to fry. Fight until we’re dead, live until we die, free choice leads to no choice at all, all our demise Flap wings, animate legs, hand signal until you can’t keep yo’ trap shut any longer, roll dice Snake eyes or seven-eleven, you roll ‘til it’s all over, they’ll annihilate your stench in a trench In your last will & testament, End finalizes the finale, without even one encore, it’s a cinch. Cheeseburgers and margaritas in paradise is just fine with me, I’ll just do rhumba babies Bums and junkies who were raised by this culture, in schools from K-12 & beyond, freebies Pies in the sky, cherry, peach & pistachio cream or was it key lime, can’t recall The Dawn Fine with me and not so much with you, there’s a finale in the wings, ready, set, I’m GONE! Exchange your brothers and sisters for immortality of the butterfly, pretending it is so true When it’s further from the Truth than any other lie from the lips of human beings, so blue Upset they are from birth to death, crying & laughing all the way to the underground grave It’s been a long way to the top, I wanted to Rock & Roll, necessary & sufficient, Last Brave! Mosquitoes bit past the flesh into the capillaries flowing from the heart to the rubber soul Height and weight more or less than zero, it’s preface & prologue to the finality of the hold Being head to toe, a mystic and critic of perfection as it was & never will ever be ever again Marked on the forehead ‘til the rigor mortis triggers the Divinities of the Cosmos, Mortal sin.
Obey kill commands or pay the price of disobedience, incarcerated body-mindful, forever Staying alive in a cage, awaiting the independence of Life, no sheriff will let bad guys sever You knew when you cried like a baby, saved the box tops, you created the lyrics to be vaped Suddenly, the fun begins & ends as quickly as it appeared, I’m left alone, spherical shaped.
by r j j stephan, i c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER IIIrd MMXXIV Anno Domini @911 AMPST { Creaking bones blasted this little ditty out while jammin’ to @CurtisMayfield #WePeopleWhoAreDarkerThanBlue on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/iSDCPKsSf2U?si=inUt6c1zssy0VQY1 }
Fighting in the middle of a jungle then going into a concrete heaven above dirt No maps for the quest to locate a lost memory of what you can’t seem to blurt Being alarmed by the information in the telegram isn’t the intention, it is done Born to be innocent and guilty as charged eventually, ad infinitum karma one. Even at the end gets you opening into the Void, odds are you bought into debt Jumped out of a window after you shot yourself in the head, double jeopardy For some but not all, causes & effects are always in control, magic trick buzz Marshland to the deserts coast to coast, pole to pole, 7 continents of 1st Loves. They just don’t write ‘em like this anymore, a knack for the scent in the room Sweet perfume and beauty combine for the promise of the divine sweep broom What I got in the oasis, nobody gets it if you tell them with words, it’s unseen Not for your eyes only, my insight of the thing itself within is what all I mean. Nobody but what we’ve got that animates our bones can help us, force is ours Hands or feet, twenty phalanges & metatarsals in disarray due to the gravity Lying down with the sheeple is as if you want to become an agar dish of virus Get up & get down, get up off of your feet, dance and sing for the tax money. Blame your parents or the folks you call your gang, your peeps or whatever Searing heat cooks the tough until the chit melts in your mouth, filet mignon Flips and backward somersaults off of the high dive won’t ending get done You can do it your way or my way, either way, it’s done in time to have fun. Airwaves in frequency & wavelength from a bass & a treble of double trouble Cake in pieces of eight, halved, quartered & halved again, I at all eight 1 by 1 I beat myself up, it was a beat down, knocked up punk I turned out to be, son Not a problem for me, just for every single other being on Earth, all rockin’. I know you didn’t ask me but I’m gonna tell you a secret about sex you need If you are an accidental conception between two strangers, no love to bleed Let me help the awareness along, it doesn’t matter to Soul, to be is all spurned Afterlife’s swill-like promises for gods fearful of darkness, buried or burned. Preparation for the drapes to fall before the curtains come down, I’m rockin’ If you wouldn’t mind, please copy happiness for Mind’s single being sinkin’ Just a form and a shape of the matter left over from the Big Bang’s hot dust Sun is the star without which we’re less than history, rockin’ boats that rust. Sinkin’ down with the pretty and the sadly not-so-much, not their fault RNA There’s mutation and recombination that ought to be extinct yet it’s all DNA Before homo sapiens deduced labels for the things themselves, after the facts Became history of ancient lassies, all that Mankind will leave descendant lads. Commandments scratched lines & curves on rocky stone, as if that has gravity Persuasion of the elders who blow horns & beat drums in the blues of the city It’s alright that it happens that way since there’s no choice, yo’ playin’ possum I ain’t worried about your worries, you must be in a hurry to die, go git some. I’m gonna keep runnin’ ‘til my legs don’t work, ankles, knees, hips ain’t gone Walk, trot or run a bit without getting’ hit-tackled by a 200-pound trainwreck Hear that rhythm flow out of the back of the frontman, keeps you runnin’ on Sun’s ‘G’ flame photosynthesized seed anima from an immaculate conception. Dead right and grateful that I am, my intention was conceptual interception Seriously an equation that had a solution, ‘x’ unknown to you & any wise-ass You see them all the time, a Mr. Know-It-All that knows more than you & I Logic & Reason led me to the same place at the same time, now, it’s a true lie. Adonis or the last man ever born to woman, all of the bodies in between, dead Holding on every moment I get the chance to, I think I’ll take what God bled How many minutes? How many decades less or more than a hundred of ‘em I’d go for immortality without disease, mental, physical or psychological, slim! Bring all your weapons to the battle, the dream ain’t ever gonna last, eh chuck Boredom is called ennui by some, others call it Mind’s time-out for don’t GAF You either know what I mean or you don’t, if you don’t just follow me, Homer And so on & so forth as the odyssey continues, I rest the ode to Plato’s power. Fool of sentiments of happiness, reality of conscious imagination materialized Better than nothing, anything is better than nothing, Void is blood, a king size Funk defined in the trouble of the treble and the face of the bass, fool’s errand I believed, blind faith remains for a last gasp of gas, Singularity’s wall of flies. Park your elephant and donkey at the door, they aren’t allowed in the furnace Too hot for the beasts of burden, only the brave and innocent git it, about face Reasons runnin’ out of valid conclusions for the veracity of a happiness warp All too human & not really divine, grown form out of one, microscopic twerp. Your hips spread but it ain’t your fault, the creator’s faux pas, could be worse Completely and securely shut tight as a drum, no entry allowed on the horse An encore remains in the backstage smoke, like a dream takes over attention Before we wake up, never to be #Woke, alright, alright, alright my grandson. Anthem for the funeral parade, already gone & slidin’ away from the current Raised to be exactly the way you see, it’s what you get, this time, every time Come se, come sa and whether you like it or not, your luck is heaven sent Above and below this ground, Day of All Souls, grow, gig, retire & all get bent.
by r j j stephan, i c. Vendredi, BLOVEMBER 1st MMXXIV Anno Domini 333 PMPST { Drafted while jammin’ to 50th Anniversary @DoobieBrothers concert at @RCMH 10-26-2022 link @ https://youtu.be/BM8pZqgb3z8?si=-rMNH1uDhuZM8NTC } F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
Highlighting the nature of the beast that you’ll know when you see it, it’s remarkable, WORD You want proof from the pudding just like every follower of super human feats of a whirlybird Meat locker keeps flesh frozen, unspoiled, being cool naturally, contrived bovine scat polemic It’s nobody’s fault but mine, I’ve full responsibility in god-mode, no way to desist the schtick.
Top shelf, upper tier monument above and below the floor’s ceiling, Earth planet trajectory In the middle of the orbit, the revolution materializes, the seasons repeat ad infinitum glory Great escape from the Big Bang intact with the tails of dogs runnin’ ‘tween Cro-Magnon legs In and out of the conscious realm, where angels fear to go, stay just a little longer She begs.
Height of absurdity is no more than three to eight feet high above & below the pond scum I follow nobody’s pathway between here & there, I will arrive when the Time shifts to/from Where I’ve always been in conscious preconception, both egg & sperm RNA of a GD silly fool Not their fault or responsibility for the results of original Big Bang creations, above gods too.
There’s a pay-grade you’ve achieved without merit, inherited from RNA recombination, luck Right or wrong, you got it, many don’t have it & can’t have it, they want it from your phuq No can do, it’s a pariah set up by the dead minions who left the WORD(s) to recollect dust On shelves & within hyperspace units of zeroes and ones, it’s all open to turn into red rust.
How you go and when you go are the questions that cannot aid in happiness here & now For death is the end of your life as well as every other living being that’s ever been born Barking sounds and plaintive wailing of canines of war & peace, just beware of the dirge Nobody knows who let the dogs out but they’re as loose as reins on a horseless carriage.
By far, I will celebrate every moment with a fire and a cigar, a smoke just ain’t a joke, man It’s the perfunctory and elementary function of the animated bones that are all too human Yet, I digress as I must, losing audience to ennui and the lure of monstrous fleeting glimpses Of mothers and the godless fathers, homeless and certain to be dead, what the Simon says.
Monday morons utilizing fear-mirrors to seed 360 degrees of circumnavigation in self-distress Treating you like you want to be treated, like I treat myself, pure, unadulterated peacefulness Five will get you twenty, if you don’t know what I mean, you’ll find out from your self-defense Lips moved together, synchronized in the ocean, in the abyss, dream within a dream offense.
Molecular structure of the subatomic matter is the essence of acid, it cannot become extinct Mutation is the only option, an infinity of progress from Big Bang to the Silent Hush of a kink In your muscles or just in your own mind, either way the Way itself is narrow & finite, Amen You & I are fortunate to see, hear, taste, touch & smell the Funk of Skunk & it is All that I am.
Brought a 9mm to a knife fight in the alley behind the golf club, one shot in the dark, caput No evidence nor any other sign of foul play, just a shock to freeze the face in awe, I shoot Complete mission once the smoke rises to signal the ends of the malfunction of evolution Species’ errors of omission confound the mission, in the end, it’s all over, The End, my Son.
Gurgling up the uncontained blood, there’s nowhere to go but a place where you pass out to Hope you’re close to a soft place to fall down, it won’t matter but it makes me feel better too Like it or not, you & I are one & the same, 208 bones of contention with the master, just sue Get counsel & lose all of your gold to the grafters who drift & grift as their mothers screwed.
Never sleep while you’re wide awake or you’ll slip into an eternal dream, knocked out bum All the other bums see is you, knocked out with empty pockets & purses of billfolds’ scum Monsters of horror, grown from orphans whacked by mothers & older sisters of the Evil One You know who they are, they know who they are, in denial or not, they’re a black hole sun.
Knowledge is the clue that Wisdom is impossible although most importantly, what you need Aware that you will consume Nothing & be happy, that is the cause of being unable to bleed Your blue blood turns red when it hits the air, all of life depends on remaining blue, the fatter Buddies, friends, mates, compadres, amigos, in every case, you’re all alone, it doesn’t matter.
Enemies from within your mothers’ master bed-wombs, nothing is as important for survival The strong & fit will survive except by accidents, they’ll still die like a mortal, soul will rise up Above the skull and bones you see right here, right now you can find your mother out of mind Crazy you & me & everyone else on the planet, it’s all cosmic soup, a Campbell’s tomato can.
Severe inflammation of your eyeballs burn their way out of the sockets, a big bulge to die for If you don’t die like the rest of the genome, then you’re a mutation of the RNA, heretofore Late at night when I used to take you home, yeah you knew I was a liar, then we kissed lips No fools we stayed cool like Romeo & Juliette but love, they couldn’t deny for passing ships.
Holy water sprinkled in air around you & then the incense burns to smoke in an H2O pipe Get ready if you’re willing and able to turn on the switch, one way off, one way on point Hence, late at night, took you home, I wanted to stay, you wanted to be alone, I am gone Still, when we kissed, it was like Fire itself, got a hold on me tight as a tourniquet on bone.
My heart beat out my chest, I love a misunderstanding I pose, it must be why I’m gonna die With or without you baby, One I will love even after I die, my bones crunched to dust, I spy My memories of days I spent flying in the dream of blues and purples, green-orange, fuchsia Keeping heads in the game, from the start to the finish, you will ALWAYS win, you’re Fire, Ed!
With or without your assistance at 411, I’ll dial 911 for the 111 & get an immediate response From the team of two or three to four to a million or three, big time is no time for me & you It’s out of the hands of you & I, still I’ve got to hand it to you, the gold is invisible undercover Yet, it’s a thing itself, the wisdom of knowledge, good, evil, beauty, Earth’s on-the-side lover.
Two or tree times six is twelve or eighteen, just sayin’ it’s not a speech impediment, it’s tree Three is the proper spelling, accepted according to the dead priests and other men of history Secular and religious, in every possible way, to soothe the savage beasts in the roost, jam on In rhapsody or classical staccato the master and slave clash prior to Big Peep, The End of fun.
Alas, have more than your share because some will leave theirs behind, don’t waste my time I’ve no moments left over for anyone but me, myself & I as well as the amigos/amigas prime Strangers in the human race, the primate phase of special and general relativity has passed Now hear this is then, when It all comes down to brass tacks, you know It’s gonna be a blast.
Deterrence as I associate with the peace of having my own back when all is said & done Nobody can be as vigilant as I, myself can, hence I’ve got 20/20 hindsight/foresight, son YOU inherited the RNA, fortunate for sons & grandchildren nobody knew, too illegit to quit Skin is in the game and since day One, my skin holds the whole shebang inside, intact chit.
What I am is who I am & what you are too, what in the name of Zeus has become this One Silence of dead heads in three-lock-boxes with combinations unknown to the living spawn Of Adam, Eve & the unnamed stoned Cro-Magnon & Homo Chablis skulls & bones of Spring Punks born & raised by punks, smokin’ Luckies & Camels’ straights, on the corner watching.
Swearing and cussing out loud so the children learn to speak the Truth told by lyin’ liars They’re related to nobody in it, distant recombinant RNA malformed in God’s black hole Flipping yo’ mother off because she finally told you that you’re an orphan, nobody’s buzz Race in Camp town where archangels fear to fly in & out of, homeless Homers & Hannas.
Go down to the bottom of Earth’s core, inside of the center, the middle, that’s the essence Dreams came out of the black & blue, annihilated in fear and loathing the genius was dense Inherited the trash & garbage that the Puerto Ricans threw into the dump, that’s a fact Jack Crosses burning the wood into ash & cinders, all souls die soon after E Streets atrophy back.
by r j j stephan, i c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST F I N I S W.W.A.R.D.?
