Killed, Caput D.O.A. #GoodOldDays @SMO & @CoreyCrowder #ThisIndeedWasInsane

BOOGIE-WOOGIE FEATURE DRIVE-IN

HARLEM & IRVING ON A HALF MOON

That’s what she said as I was asking her for a favor, just shut yo’ mouth and feel one to pet

Well, that turned into two & that was all she’d written, she had to go home to recover, son

The high priests in high school warned us not to fall into the trap of testosterone & estrogen

Well, you know how that went, it’s 55 years later & the babies have grown up & done gone.

Rejoice that the trials & tribulations are a catalyst for all you’re ever going to inherit from Eve

Chances are you’ll remain innocent and ignorant as opposed to becoming awakened by grief

As it is, right where you stand is how it’s always been for all who got to the right place & time

Dialed into the program and uplink, enjoy high boogie woogie, it’s all gonna be ship shape fine.

Nobody is at fault for the hits and misses because they’re all random shots in the darkness afar

No man can go to where it’s all at, everything under the sun, planets & all galactic results of war

What has been said & done cannot be repeated; you’ll have to discover it yourself the first time

No other way to approach the situation; it’s a game with rules to be played and won on a dime.

Sylvester and Nanette were the things in school way back in the day, walkin’ down memory lane

Fifty years later, in their sixties, with ten grandchildren, they still remember the first prego-egg

Because of a wonderful shotgun wedding, your daddy invited me to, I was a guest of honor, pain

All there is now, there always has been, a look, a touch, a climax before you knew it, pull my leg.

Follow me to the final finish line, no delusions on Earth at all, it’s a filibuster flood for elephants

Kids are the young #GOATS, greatest of all time suckers, no fault of theirs, inherit neo-genetics

Eat nothing and die of starvation, drink nothing & die of thirst, never play and visit delight’s ties

Six feet underground, or ash & fragmented bone in the Earth, rare-earth wine for civilized eyes.

Disgust and total immersion, like the intercourse beast, evolved from a blown ball of volatiles

Asexual or sexual friction of skin and bone rubbing into oblivion with nobody but God’s styles

Prehistoric & ahistoric as this moment is, now it’ll be gone in a moment, it’s already gone down

By the time I got to Memphis, I’d walked for a couple of years & my feet stopped, minds blown.

I know nothing & understand why, knowledge is impossible yet revered as important, dead-end

Smile and laugh until there’s no breath left inside your organism you’ve inhabited for the Bendz

Why? No reason, only you are an accident of #EpicFury, means you are the only #One, The S#it

Present now came from the Past & it’s unstoppable as a cause and effect of living this life’s skit.

A play has three acts and a finale, pink, chartreuse or ultraviolet purple, it’s all down to this here

As my father recommended, keep your eyes & ears wide open, constant vigilance required, Fear

Of things everywhere that require conception, ala doin’ a dirty dog, One, all done, fun in heaven

Talked through the fear of evil genies runnin’ wild in the continental malfunctions in all of seven.

Cherry pie in the sky descended into a pie-hole for kicks, see what happens when you go splat

Satiation until its defecation, that’s the way it is, a gravitational collapse into leftover, putrid scat

Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t mind, it ain’t my fault since it ain’t my creation, it’s God

Hey, you can’t create & blame the creation for the shapes & sizes of the Evil living, it ain’t good.

Remember, never forget your great-great-great-grandparents knew you wouldn’t recall Origins

Left us all Blind Faith to believe, without proof that we have a creator not of this Earth, just sins

Man, all too human, stays awake to avoid death, stays strong to avoid weakness of the animated

Dead, gone & forgotten it all from birth to death, before & after it crashes, I say, one God’s dead.

Giddy with happiness, as never before, I experienced a total annihilation, reductio ad absurdum

You’ll get there, I promise & I don’t lie about promises, knowledge of our pie hole, it’s why I sing

Beautiful forms surviving the good, the bad & the uglier than an atom of pond scum fragments

Pervert the lies and that exposes the Truth, before you’re conception, Nothing, after? Nothing!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March 12^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Kicked out this jam-jelly while jammin’ to @LongJohnBaldry hits on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/Bj_lZ4hkJd8?si=xJ_Jd6fjWFszjMH7 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TOLL PAID IN FULL

Nothing Doing Anything With Everybody #Baloney & #Salami #Deadmeat #Lunchmeat #ShatScat

NOTHING IS FREE, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, WARRIORS -  @SecDef

Y’all spookin’ for a peace in my mind, but I’d settle for a piece of strange bubble, man. 
A revolting development has presented itself without warning, an accident in no Time. 
The future is past, and the present is all that’s left for you & me, immersed within bone. 
Chambered the rounds, protect you from me, I’ve been unleashed & it’s not too pretty.

Ready and well-trained to put the hurt on the opponent, they never expected to receive 
Like lightning in Darkness, it comes & recedes instantly without warning, I can’t grieve. 
It’s one of the facts of life your parents ought to have told you to always remember this 
Trippin’ away from the home you were exiled into a hard, cold world of all too human.

There, here, now, and then, it takes a strong mind & body to resist the power struggle 
To snip your DNA out of your secret place & allow the minions to incarcerate the infant 
Just because you get old doesn’t mean you can control your animal persuasions’ ski 
Cure for incursion on a habitat is extinction, a chain reaction’s hot-fission/cold-fusion.

The solar system is not in human hands, thank the stars, we’re still all gonna die here 
No reason to think y’all are any different than your kin, descended from the clueless 
No clue means you’ve got dead air and a vacuum of a recollection, no reason or logic 
Call it your life, it’s all you’ll ever get, like a turtle that slowly moves, don’t be a Dick.

There’s always trouble in the wake of the commotion caused by rowdy boys & girls 
Y’all were one of them, maybe, maybe not, but you know you’re related to the pearls 
They lived and died without knowing the real reason why they’re not food or a game 
Mass requires a dose of spirit for peace of mind, It’s called energy, a claim to fame.

I will go ahead & reconnoiter the perimeter and sanitize the center for intelligencia 
Believe in everything’s cause since that’s the Truth of the effect, original sin of he CIA 
Down south jukin’ and I think it’s time we let go, it’s a party for infinity, happy to be 
Every moment is precious and easy to forget, but that’s not the point; we’re all free!

Every morning it’s a test to see if you can live & go to sleep in your own bed, maybe not 
It’s the way it all goes, out of the control room inside of your head, enforced by badges 
Uniformed & blessed with the honor of promising to follow orders, no insubordinates 
Pop quizzes, tests, exams, ACT/PSAT’s etc., etc., etc., assist people with blind dates.

Ears pricking up or not, go back to somnambulistic drugs you smoke or swallow, high 
Watch Undercover, the sneaks & spooks have nothing better to do, they’re on payroll 
Blocked by your own good time, every second you get, breathe deeply to get far away 
Air in & out of your lungs goes to your blood & up to your mind’s eye, y’all lookin’ fine.

Beers in the cooler, drinks at the bar, we’re playin’ games with friends and their kids 
Overcome with unconsciousness, you never know what’ll happen if your eyes see it 
A wise exception to the rule of not telling everyone & sinking their battle ship’s grips 
Defense of the most important life inside of you is sacrosanct, no scat, that’s no s#it.

Inside the inner sanctum, the members know what the body’s purpose is all about 
Blind belief without a lick of proof is the harbinger of population control, boy scout 
Your hips will fail on you, walking and running won’t be an option, shut your mouth 
Tugging your heart string until you get yanked into my @X tweets without a doubt.

Ping this and uplink that, laptop, iPhone, Android, Smartphone, never a land line on 
I’m pretty busy, but I’ll slow down for you because you seem to be really so sincere 
I’ve had my eye on you, honest and trustworthy like a Boy Scout in a Cub Scout pack 
I’m of such an advanced age, Earth will have orbited the Sun a hundred times, crack.

I apologize in advance for the things all around us turning black, homeless or saintly 
Destined for the urn, graveyard, or prison cell if available, mostly a urine-soaked alley 
If you don’t believe the assertion, you’re a part of the problem, what would Jesus do? 
The One God would’ve been crucified for fighting city hall, am I right? Come on, man!

Big dream you metabolize to feel alive on Earth as you’re an immersed bit of plasma 
Not in existence at all before your parental conception, can’t believe Earth’s round 
Nothing gleaned pre-k through PhD responds to an illusory, metaphysical anomaly 
Hosts have access to all sub-atomic bits of quark in the arsenal, unleashed hounds.

You heard the dialogue and participated in the reality behind being addicted to Life 
Whether your drug is heroin or love, you can’t be whole without full access to it fast 
If we’re inclined to fail due to fortune or inheritance of bad-seed DNA genes, just go 
To the ocean beach in the middle of nowhere, and learn to fish & hunt for food, slow.

Don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got some good & bad news for you & it’s gonna hurt some 
There is a narrow path to stay on until the target’s reached, a middle-of-the-road tune 
Imagine without imagination, think without a thought, exist without being two or one 
Bones out of a fertilized ovum, an accident of evolution’s reaction to being random.

Counter revolution to being homeless in the city, becoming a force that labors for gold 
To trade for sustenance to survive and remain fit to roam Earth at ease ‘til you get old 
Hit over the fence & it’s a homerun, a couple of hundred yards, maybe three plus, so 
Since you don’t know what you don’t know, silence yo’ pie-hole, it’s your priority blow.

You, in the plural sense, I assume there’s more than one to see the words I got up here 
Y’all just ahead of your time, it could have been worse, may have been in a traffic jam 
You chose to move & live deep in the center of paradise, where crossroads cover gold 
Sports, education, families, orphans, and you’ve got social security when you’re old.

Let the youngsters work for their taxes like the elders did when they got God-deceived 
It’s a community you honor because without US, y’all wouldn’t have been conceived 
Y’all would’ve been aborted like your mothers would have done if we didn’t ring a bell 
Now ungrateful & on the way to being dead, locked out of heaven on a highway to hell.

Here’s a trend: you only get a finite amount of gasps for air; if you waste them, roadkill 
Yours to use at your will, free will it is, unless you’re imprisoned for infractions in debt 
The gods ain’t watchin’ the fiasco, they didn’t exist before Plato, Socrates & Aristotle 
Cosmic comedy in layers of redemption, all about the karma, what’s in your wallet? 

Magic beans are obtained through theft, hence the stalk grows a dream in a dream 
It’s a home invasion of a gargantuan homo sapiens who awoke to some spilt cream 
Ran out the door, down the stairs, jumped on the beanstalk & slid down due haste 
Big & mad at me, the giant’s heavy body broke the stalk & he fell into tomato paste.

Nothing is free, and it’s got a price nobody’s willing to pay, but pay they will, everyone 
No choice, no free will to do otherwise, since right here & now is the “Other Side” seen 
Nobody is supposed to know this while they’re here & now, yet some will see, my son 
Words mean nothing & nothing is free, if ya know what I mean, ya know what I mean.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, March 4^th MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1630 PMPST

{ Per The Ramones, God's in charge.  If you know, you know. }