Average White Band ~ School Boy Crush

W.W.A.R.D.?

{ excerpt from the upcoming #FakeNewsYouNeedToKnow }

I THOUGHT SO, BASKETS N’ BALLS

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Beautiful day it is, just thinkin’ about why I ain’t drivin’ my new car around, windows down

I am rich, they pay me to pretend to be me, it’s hilarious but they don’t see what I see, clowns

Grown up way before my time, I’ve seen some things with these eyes that nobody’ll ever know

Boys and the nutty girls raised by crazy people before them, they all make it normal to blow.

Job to be done whether you like it or not, the cup will overflow with the liquid solids of the air

Earth, Fire and Wind put the revolution in perspective, nothing to do with politics’ west wind

It’s all a plethora of smoke and mirrors to burn down the trees to see the disappearing forests

Burned to a crisp, a lone spark that turns on the lowborn to clear the smoke of the fire’s ash.

Deep down in the well where the hydrogen and oxygen hide within the bowels, atoms excite

Merge matter, fusion’s key to turn on the burn, fission will sever the tie with a neutron byte

Protons and electrons, mindless on their own, they do not go their own way, oh boy, Rhianna

Without the fleet, without the wood, there is no Mac and still, a sound plays the song, a Tusk.

Father of mine and mother of few, not one or the many, my own, it’s all about red hot rods

After the smoke cleared and the fire was extinguished, I walked away and never looked back

You had to do what you had to do, though I didn’t understand, it’s written in white and black

Skin n’ bones lived in happiness like the rest of the morons’ in galactic coitus, damned gods

Suede’s dark whiteness and candy in zero-grave free-fall, a dream of being One with free Will

A stare from the third eye and a blink from the red eye, the animation becomes just a swill

Of the mice and men who drink the black jacks and red labels, drinkin’ the Earth Grain’s god

Runnin’ through mind and body, a thought of nothing at all, because I’m all gone, I’m a dog.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. June 27, 2018 Wednesday @ 3:11 AM PST

{ drafted behind the boathouse while listenin’ to EVE 6 TheFlys The Toadies #PossumKingdom & HITS on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/VyDc0THRVjI @ https://youtu.be/tG7NWCXRDtA & @ https://youtu.be/EkwD5rQ-_d4 } 

{ THAT'S FORMALDEHYDE BALLS & STICKS }  preservation, survival of the CORPSE!

 FOR THE LOVE OF ZEUS, JESUS CHRIST & HOLY BUDDAH GHOSTS

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She was sent from the dad I never knew, he put half of me in a test tube and here’s what’s left

Ultraviolet Oldsmobile from the heart n’ soul that spawned me, sound system to die for, Def

My brothers and sisters, this is not a dream, this is reality, everything’s sense, micro and mac

DNA in cellular pontoons motorboatin’ in One temporal matrix, in the open, jump back Jack.

Chips off of the block in the city that housed the accidents of nature, an analyzed conception

From the A to the Z and permutations between the two, just before the Big Bang of the One

Miracle or causes of a natural beach above the liquid side effect of divine tears from heaven

Cotton pick and corn pick, strawberry and cherry pick, 1st pick, 1st round, back to the Sun.

Revolve, orbit, wobble, follow the Way of angular singularity, black hole of an atomic genome

Not a lick of sense or a sip of water where there is nothing but the dead and gone, man drone

On the way to the place in space where the beginning meets the end ad infinitum, maybe not

Maybe it’s just a matter of blind faith in the unbelievable, unnatural, supernatural god robot.

Praying you’re right because if you’re wrong and I’m right, then woe betide you, ready to rock

If you ain’t prepared like Boy Scouts of America, you will cave under the pressure of nomads

They come out of nowhere because they are the production of zero-IQ, a drone to be, human

No free will and not responsible for the actions required without question, just Be A Man!

Completely without any burning hydrogen, oxygen, the water on Earth evaporates in Space

Time simply, a movement of bodies from one space to another, #ticktock of imaginary pace

Gone to class, learned the language, the culture of the living, God’s like, drivin’ pickup trucks

Out of mind’s inner thoughts of the impeccable things, we’re there in graves, buried, it sucks!

No leg to stand on anymore, cell phones don’t hold water, specious as an empty SIM card

Number one, to be fair, you’re an imperfect, incomplete organic accident of nature, sinner fall

Assuming that’s true then anything goes, Earth’s elliptical movement is divinity’s DNA retard

In and of itself, continuity of life’s a necessary condition, get in my purple car now, that’s All.

by

r j j stephan, I

c. June 26, 2018 @ 9:11 AM PST

{ written while listenin’ to #Pontoon Little Big Town trio mix on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/V0O0nzkESTI & Cheech and Chong best ever HITS/CLIPS link @ https://youtu.be/uaAna6HQ4bs & more #HITS @ https://youtu.be/z08zZ1xW9Yw }

W.W.A.R.D.?