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Showing posts with label #Weakness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Weakness. Show all posts

Sunday, February 04, 2024

@BoJackHorseman #FullMonty etc, etc, etc . . . mash potatoe chips' tips ....look out below! @LukeCombs & @TracyChapman duet ...bottoms' UP!

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M A S H  POTATO CHIPS’ TIPS
Just too busy thinking about us because you were dreaming about the missing links of Ever
It’s walks in the moonlight on the beach or at the park that made it all worthwhile, forever
It’s not a problem, I just didn’t see it comin’, a fast ball right down the middle of the plate
Man, it’s a battle, no it’s a war of the millennia and I’m on the way to losin’ my stride’s gait.

Fine lines between the parallel winner’s cups, above and below got covered up by star dirt
Light and dark come from the holy spirit within the Catholics, nobody else got any, that hurt
Why the creator would leave out the atheists who can’t believe their own eyes and ears noise
Flying like an eagle or dove won’t help the all too human point of view, It fades to black, boys.

Daughters and sons I didn’t have will be happy for eternity, I am irresponsible for not procreating
More of the fodder for the fathers who never cared about MY fathers, brothers or cousins of bling
They worked, they played, they lived happy and sad, buried the loved, gasped & left eyes wide open
No choice, no freedom to choose not to croak in your bed, in your truck or in a church pew, I’m ZEN.

You laugh, you’ll die without that last bottle of wine & walk in the moonlight & some foolin’ around
Magazines got pictures, you got the real thing you thought was just a stepping stone on the mound
Pitchin’ the balls from 90 feet or whatever the distance from rubber to home is, brushed back punks
Crowded the plate, on the left and the right but I shaved their chest & nose hairs off their sick junk.

Not everyone dies when the body gives up the ghost, some living humans believe they live forever
Almighty words written on the cave walls & the dead pulp of the life’s blood trees, burn or learn it
Words of subjects, predicates, objects strung into phrases, sentences, paragraphs & bottles of wine
In the end, taking the time to listen, you find a thrill in finding out, joke’s another lost fruit of a vine.

Party until you sleep or die trying to have a good time because the reverse is what you run from fast
Nothing more nor less than surprise that you’re an invisible lump of scarcely a soul at all, but alas
Gods don’t give a twist in the night about your opine of the situation, housing unknown, food gone
No job, no money, no way to see past the railroad tracks, Maria got hit by a truck in front of daddy’s.

Poor then better and then depression from the moment the unspeakable, unthinkable occurs, smack
In the face of shock-jock minds too busy being all too human, fabulous snap happiness turned sorrow
Time away in the country slowing down & fooling around, drinkin’ wine, smokin’ on the porch in back
Tracing you & your packaging from the original sin to the finish line above or below the stones below.

Don’t stab the messenger because you’ll find the knife slicing through blood & bone that began here
Where you think you want to be, here and now, isn’t the place you’re gonna go to, but it’s too soon
It ain’t for a small reason that you are ignorant, it would kill you if you knew, I’m just an ape’s baboon
Came from Nothing, literally, before I was conceived in my mother’s empty womb, I had no fool fear.

I walk, I scooted and crawled and I can run but I can’t fly, I won’t try to jump off of a cliff & clap hands
Get the bums and junkies to repair their queer, closed minds, damaged by the chemistry of thrill fans
Killed the game, ate the spoils & died of poison blood & stomach aches, karma needed to bite it back
Function of the pyramid from bottoms up to the top is just to be or not to be, so there’s no question.

Full tank but I came up empty of the smoke and mirror images leftover by the DNA & RNA codex fix
They called it lust, love or just getting’ it on for a minute like a cough or a sneeze, but it ain’t no tricks
Proper language leaves behind the meaning of absurdity and solid jokes about dumb MFrs in charge
Of men & mice who notice the facts of life are rigged without free choice, only One lives that large.

Rats and roaches leftover from the holocaust’s ashen dust, hopes resurrected death spirals in utero
It must be the past if you say so, it’s this future that nobody knows except to speculate friend & foe
Who is the enemy of the civilized but the savages of the seven continents, tribes of egos that all die
One way or another, you got a code, texted S.O.S. FedEx, UPS ground or airborne, four walls of a fly.

I never wanted to be fabulous, that was your intent to become the one who is the epitome of OMG
Hell on Earth is just a way of expressing not applying the Will to Power, making dreams come up free
Price is free of charge, because billionaires never pay for anything, it’s the diamonds or the lace gems
Cartoon-films, recollections of memorable experiences, inaccurate, embellished without raps & dams.

At the undertaker, at the wake, at the funeral, in the ground’s being dead & gone, ash & bone earned
Joke was on you that you’d know why you knew me for a minute or three, mom didn’t abort, it honed
House of cards fallen, Bridge, Spades, Hearts, Poker, Old Maid or another shuffle of paper rectangulars
Quadrilateral will drive you insane with the lines of angular trajectory, joke is on you, got your jugular.

World spins they say, it looks like wind is blowing clouds by from the south or the north, westward HO
Nothing is there when everything becomes the Void, intended by the Power I can only conceive, not be
Nutshell philosophy, y’all sat down too long and your gluteus max’s are asleep, legs tingling to backflow
Bars all empty at 2 AM, god spirits all remain, y’all slow down, drunk drivin’ in the land of foo-foo free.
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, February 4, 2024, 6:66 AMPST

{ Collected tidbits that fell off the back of the truck last night about 2:00 AMPST, jacked it up while jammin’ to #TooBusyBeingFabulous #GroundHogDayAgain on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hsDX5V1Jw-M?si=iFf0oG_sPP3hP26f }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, December 30, 2023

#WhyGiveUpTheSMOKE #WastedTime

WHO CAN TELL ?  NOBODY KNOWS...

Fathers of mothers, heartless cheaters of innocent, wild children shuffling up to Buffalo & 10th Avenues
Or was that on east Chi Rush Street, between the roaring twenties and the beatnik snap or hippy blues
Ain’t ever casting’ aspersions at myself nor my generation’s culture they were thrust into a willing skit
To be or never to have been at all, the caring metabolism wanted to be consciously aware of caput chit.

Used up my tokens’ future dreams comin’ true before my body’s demise, won’t be my fault, ready to roll
Fire in the hole, take cover, not only your heads but also your allies, nobody wants hits between the eyes
Falcons & bald eagles were here before the DNA of cave man & woman, no need to get outraged, punk
All self-defense with a swoosh of retaliatory terminal blows in a traditional offensive, lucky I got the funk.

Winds from Earth’s South Pole wobbling simultaneous with choice, liberty blow jobs, precession of One
Matilda and Priscilla became nuns and then philosophers of the metaphysical world’s matrix and lexicon
Whether you’re born immaculately conceived or filled with a byte of DNA’s spermatozoon ova mutation
Yielding this here and now, Time in Space, left over by your daddy, known or not, it was your ticket, Sun.

Family ties between the eyes, right now at 11:11 Pacific Standard motion of Earth’s spinnin’ twist of dirt
Water mix of hydrogen & oxygen produce this liberty and the rest of the good, evil & ugly Nugatory hurt
Few and far between the believers in blind faith and the intelligentsia elite, there are those idiot savants
Mixed in with the brothers and sisters who see faces, skin & bone structure, head to toe asexual saints.

Lightened up the darkness in that closet, clear light at the golden dawn of Truth, reason for a good fight
For freedom, independence, total segregation from the negative, immersed in the positive, cosmic light
Once upon a Time, Space was full of conceived germs, eggs, sperms makin’ minds, fingers, dead sea sand
Sealed it all with a kiss in a fable, a garden nobody saw but somebody fantasized the fabulous neverland.

Began awakening being so woke in a singular desire to procreate the species with a lover who’d roll over
Permeating the membrane holding your momentum back behind the brick wall you built for the quiver
Organ of First Cause before the Word was made flesh, a single cell before the evolution, married to ‘ex’
Unknown, pragmatic knowledge formed into word sounds of foreign tongues of any species, all AOK sex.

Far away from this place in Space, analyze that concept & you’ll find Nothing special delivery, need time
Twisting and smoking only because the Earth’s wobbling around the ecliptic, so I’m told, I believe it too
Found your little note you left on the stove, “Don’t wait up for me tonight…” signed it “ME” as if I knew
Slowin’ down the day before the evening light disappears into nowhere I’m goin’, joke is droppin’ a dime.

Inside a high security prison with the winner’s cup shinin’ in the darkness, corner of groove & black cow
Confined inside the cubic meter or three, punishment for being king the wind of the law’s isolation love
Tough way to find out the repercussions of not following the commands of the cultural peasant above
Fear nothing if you loathe everything above and beyond the plane of existence, I call, here & hot now.

Ground up all of the animal’s skin and bone into a hot burger with melted cow’s teat milk, I, burger king
No royal flush queens anywhere in sight, ran off with diamonds & hearts, lap dancin’ in clubs for spades
High as you would want your daughter & sister to be as she works her body into the mortgage on Malibu
For the love of all that cash money can buy, LOVE’s a four-letter word, low frequency debit, cash out cue.

Bees, ants, worms, flies, first things seen by a child-like person on the narrow way to Nirvana’s isolation
An Italian leather sofa is both soft and as black as the night of Space in back of the Earth’s penumbra sin
Shadows just the things of Nothing at all, explain the explanation and you’ll be cookin’ & playin’ my tune
Could be a trumpet horn, bass and treble guitar strings, stretched animal skin & steel cymbals, king rune.

Long or short year, it’s still twelve months of 24/7 & f you’re not so lucky, you didn’t make it, RIP to y’all
Friends, foes, relatives & strangers scattered on the seen continents, soon to be buried 6 deep or not at all
Could be just a waking dream & when you die there’ll be nothing you can do, itch scratches itself bloody
Only then we’ll all know, it’s a supernatural thing that needed to feel the mortality’s dead, good, ready.

by

r j j   stephan, I  

c.  XII-XXX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST

{ Crafted this carafe of fungi while jammin’ to @Lenny_Kravitz #AreYouGonnaGoMyWay on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8LhCd1W2V0Q?si=g3PJfazOWj_QY5jc }

Friday, December 29, 2023

#MemoryLoss #ForgetAboutIt #NeuroToxinBrainRot #TheEagles #TooBusyBeingFabulous #Billions #SouthsideJohnny #Aretha #KWShepard #Cake #BrooksAndDunne

RECOLLECTION OF NOTHING ORIGINAL
Bloodletting for innocent minions who kill & cook to replenish their bottomless rib riffs
Toggle more in than out the pig stye, full of the thing itself that DNA is, virgin Earth cliffs
Not only this planet but also every planet around every star in a solar system’s universe
Don’t be arming your assault before you observe the waves comin’ to the U.S.’s hearse.

Land displaced from original native residents, wagon trains of Trojans who are dead today
Of course, hundreds of years down the dirty roads, it’s impossible to recollect yesterdays
Presence of mind, linguistic fortitude to argue for rational induction, conceptual analysis
Of the hot barbecue you have cleaned up afterward, the leftover flies from maggot salads.

Humanity, all too humane themselves, each and every one, will all die alone, a has-been time
Irrelevant every one of the little minds locked up in a thing itself, a person of rhythm & rhyme
The fix is merely the powerful will of the director of the causes which produce desired effects
This is not my idea, do not shoot the messenger, did I say that already? But, anyways, it’s sex.

Without the copulation the extinction is a forgone historical fact, not yet but in a foreseeable tic
Tic-Toc of the clock that the mouse ran up, made the grandfather chime six o’clock, time to rock
Killing your own life force inside of your 208 bones, that’s suicide that’s painless & famous shock
Can’t be innocent of that crime, it’s your mortality, exist & be or end existence & not be, a kick.

I killed it & filled her up with kindness & charity, everything a daughter could hope for here, now
I’m way ahead of you all, we got a date with fate & it’s not going to be easy except for a last gasp
Journey up and down the middle path between good & evil, is where you want to be, mama said so
Not all of us have a dad, a pop, daddio, father, no papa at all, no idol or model to imitate berry rasp.

Count is the name given to an idiot who learned to divide & conquer, picking sides adept & inept
A spell’s formula of divisional addition of multiplication without total subtraction, minus zero
Higher unknown & probability of theoretical certainty gives aliens a Trojan Visa for all, I’m sure
Two or only one ticket to paradise gets an anchor baby in to impregnate States, robbing treasure.

Harps really don’t play in heaven since it doesn’t exist, there’s no somewhere, other than here
Foul balls smacked on wood or metal go up & they must come down, out if caught then not if not
Either way, the game will end eventually & it will all be history, forgotten to survivors, oh my dear
Annihilation catastrophe once & for all, ad infinitum, fixed failures to realize, can't kill a hot robot.

Epistemological uncertainty yields a morass of word-salad cornucopia, know less as you did before
Repeat the sounds but nobody understands the incomprehensible because it’s a Navajo code score
Only the anointed know what the meaning of tongues is, they can’t say words so it’s the best secret
A to Z, vowels, consonants, words’ up & down in pagination & dyed in Indian in, publication is onset.

Seriously, breathing in and out since the first slap on a derriere, cried due to the shock to the monkey
In the finale to a stage play or cinematic replication of form's substance, apes’ astronomical humanity
Colors from white to black, wave infrared-ultraviolet, eyes wide open at birth & alive as a breaststroke
It will come over if you call Red Rover, mommies & daddies, all wake up when in moronic joke, woke.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, XII-XXIX-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST

{ Jammed with #HillbillyDeluxe link @ https://youtu.be/eZIQBo4lGVk?si=WN9DHzgjIhlx4MlN
& #TheInvisibleEnemy link @ https://youtu.be/2mU4qhRgj9Y?si=sQ33qiupddx938_K }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?