#MaMaRockMe

SUCKS TOO BAD TO BE YOU

Now is the time when you can count your P’s & Q’s to mend your fences and repeat ad infinitum
For the fear and the loathing to resume, a conception must occur before the total annihilation sim
On my mother’s grave if I could get to it in the boneyard of the bad smell city, next to dad’s beard
It grew on the head, the skull & wherever the plow didn’t bury in a furrow, still the dead is weird.

Apes without a hair, males and females only have the tufts in the crevices between joints of bones
All too human yet every other species is all too them as well, a program at random collision courses
From the roll over to the scoot to the crawl, ancient to modern modes of locomotion onto run & walk
Adaption for the sake of survival is paramount to other pressing desires on the emotional pitcher balk.

Full & halfbacks just a fraction of the quarterbacks & cornerbacks & linebacker/safety defensive stances
All for One and One for All, dream within a dream can’t be seen by the blind leading the blind to fences
Every side of the prairie property cordoned off with a white fence of a monster corral form in the sand
Mirror image of the year 2000 B.C., four thousand years after the Big Bang, it dropped a dime on Adam.

Preaching what you recollect won’t help nobody else, so just keep your yap shut, like daddy used to say
Loose will indeed sink ships afloat on the seven seas, defense and offense in the elite sense in every bay
Keepin’ tabs on those who would absolutely phuq-up every living and evolved thing conceived in tin can
Popped the tops or unscrewed the lids for the epitome of culinary pleasure, sliced and diced then I ran.

Consumers the patron class of those who can’t formulate menus for their own artificial intelligence ego
Either you fly or you die when the lava comes rollin’ down form the mountaintop to the deep blue sea
Can’t swim with the eagles and owls, can’t fly with the whales and sharks, it’s a super fine lover bleed
Out of a heart that pumped it down into the veins & arteries into capillaries’ drainage, I’m God’s seed.

Boys or girls all get the identical life spark, what they do in the form they inhabit in the flow of ennui
It’s all free will, free choice, a supernatural enculturation of the body’s light fantastic, a trip to be we
Together in One single body, every tinker toy body and soul, exquisite real thing to forget about it all
One thing you can count on, you are gonna breathe the air in & out or else you’ll be a dead man call.

Goofy thinks it sucks to be God, therefore we trust that God sucks like gravity which we love, amazed
Pinching your cheeks for the excretion allows the regular mode of being to flourish and eat the dead
Birds, fish, cows, pigs, cats & dogs gettin’ right back into my good graces, lettin’ them all live to be
Old and decrepit from perpetual animation, damage to joints & limbs, organs you only get it once.

Sighing like I always do when I got to pretend to care about the misfortunes of humanity & the fauna
Hear it go in one ear and out of the other, sound goes 1800 feet per second in & out before dementia
Hear the riffs and backbeats on the rhythm and rhyme of the given word salads & occult pornography
Soggy and foggy, a feeling & forlorn look of being in trouble with the law of outlaws out & about me.

Uncertainty is the principle of highly unlikelihood, possible impossibility of ever being certain of anything
Ipso facto, that anything at all is predetermined because Time is an illusion from a past, a pre-future ring
Wanting & desiring anything at all, with every fiber of your being’s Will to Firepower, will show the Ends
All will be gone in the final chapter of each play on words, on a stage of stars & fools, I’ve got the Bends.

Holy & sacred, each & every thought and gasp of air, taking it all for granted won’t be wise, it’s a put-on
Slime in the cauldron without a visible flame, subatomic nuclear herd from the charm and a love button
Say never you mean not soon, say pretty soon & you mean never, not ever in a million-reincarnation spa
Pretty soon, all the good will turn out to be bad, vice versa can’t work, yet what will be will be, que sera.

Peculiar that you find the serious to be funny and the spurious bunny to be a sadness, a rabbit stew askew
Why and where, who and how might the gods come to inspire the inner conscience, to be or not to flop
Some girls are the somebody I’ve seen go right in and out of my third eyesight, fast forward rhythm blue
Easy money when easy does it, no taxes on undatable wages with a gold robbery strong box, a corn-pop.

 

 Therefore, I am & you are here & now before we die & disappear, body & soul, we've got the holy cow

Way gone, out of humanity's control, deep into the black hole's Singularity, zero mass of One mortal sin

Divine smoke rising up from the burning, hot fire as a sign of the return to the star that burns revolution

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER XIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted to @GovernmentMule jammin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uiX7yGnGHSg } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday Night Play Games Win Win Win OR NOT... I got this... G.O.A.T.S.

KIDS ARE GOATS, MY BOYS MADE GIRLS HAPPY

If you want some kissin’ then you call me up on my telephone’s spleen
Y’all just dial the right sequential order of things themselves, form it
As if you’re the creator of this universal particular made in USA dirt
Megafauna of music & philosophy, of the rebels who ran from a queen.

Freedom rocked the Plymouths & we’re still dodgin’ revolutionary lead
Either this or that ball & chain pullin’ on your strings of invisible bread
You know nothing, you knew it all along yet pretended to know it all, so
Here we are, you are where I am, better late than never, so let’s blow!

Fountains blowin’ water all over your drunk bones, still in a tuxedo den
Drenched your girlfriend, drunken stupor left her with some other Zen
Not mine et al, I fled the city into the Air’s Forces of America, the sticks
From it all, the up-brought come-up-pins from the Catholic bishop pricks.

Point is there ain’t one, there’s the many and then there’s naught left
It’s all right because nobody wants to be correct all the time in Space
Countess counting form One to a million & a half in one lifetime’s face
Bloodline blue, red & white & better to be brown, Howard RIPO trace.

Funk from the bottom of a Black Sabbath chant to the bowels of Hades
Heaven & Earth are the same now as always, here, now without my legs
Not a trace of my bones & leftover ashes burnt to a crisp by head fades
Y’all I am what I was before my Ma & Pa put the ego in the rotten eggs.

Bearing the burden of knowing nothing and not being able to articulate
Skull “KEYS” man, “PLEEEEEZE” but I didn’t respond, I was distressed
I hate you both & I love you too, you & I are one & the same, you got It
Right of Left wronged, it’s the answer you got, fax of life, ya ain’t #Chit!

I needed that and you wanted it as bad as the skin on yo’ bones’ souls
Talkin’ & preachin’ the Word to holy savages, lovin’ blind faith in holes
Complexity of the form analyzed into One concept, see without glasses
You’d die if you discovered Divinity’s intent, slow it down to molasses.

Every dawn of every day is a gift from the mercy of the gods who rule
My breath, my sustenance, my growth, my health, I owe it to DNA
Rules and regulations for the ticking of the clock past to future, die
With or without me, same old song, same story, come & go, then fly!

by

r j j  stephan, i

C.  Samedhi ROCKTOBER XXVIII^th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to 634-5789 @WilsonPickett in a loop, link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/TSGuaVAufV0?si=7pTLJtayZrQ1geaE }

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W.W.A.R.D.?