Friday, July 27, 2018
Thursday, July 26, 2018
ZZ TOP CONCERT "THE TIME IS TONIGHT!"
Mental and dental floss decreasing the rapidity of deterioration, life under sun and moon
In or out of the groove, consuming the energy and producing the work of swoonin’ a goon
Princes and paupers really don’t care more than being safe, in a safe place, chewin’ @Skoal
Growing up in the USA in the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 2000’s in a TV’s Bugs Bunny hole.
Two or three things are all you need to know way on down the line when I’m dead and gone
Mysteries are merely the unknown to the unfortunate, unchosen ones who can’t stop rockin’
They’ve lost their minds in the beats and rhythms’ notes of do, re, mi on a scale of corn pone
Music to my ears, ‘cause I am the masses, your moms and pops, classical or jazz of a drone.
First caused movement may be the only Unknown to avoid detection, due to it’s emptiness
The entire matrix of Space in every dimension of Time, from an imaginary Big Bangedness
Falling down to the ground of being, falling in love with another walking, talking twin code
Sensation and perception leading to the abuse of Reason, to rationalize the core’s DNA mode.
Devoid of value for your life you cannot value anything or anyone else, neither friend nor foe
A prick of your index finger lets the blood flow from your vein into my own cut skin’s squirm
I know either little or nothing but I have to rationalize the epic, existential elegance of Form
A shape that moves about, locomotion back and forth, up and down, in and out a river flow.
The weapon of choice is the Word that will cut the walls of Jericho online or IRL, on a rant
Out of context yet in the method of madness that is our Birth and Death on Earth, I shan't
The joke is on you and on me but you still care and the difference is that I don’t wanna fight
Wasted time to try to control the Belly of the Beast’s power, it’s All up tight and out of sight.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday @ 1:11 PM PST
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
#FAKENEWS CATS FIX OVERPOPS
That which you don’t know will neither hurt you nor cause consternation in future shocks
Biting your back or leg while you’re wide awake, being the shreds of a cat’s man-prey hocks
Better to be eaten while alive or choked out with a jaw grab even a Cro-Magnon would love
I digress into a world of some distorted perception, enculturated, astigmatic prism above.
Persuading the children of the ignorant and the privileged punks and miscreants who breed
Species of the #HighHopes and #WetDreams peculiar to the genome, who pretend to be seed
Of a creator of this universe, the personage or thing that is immortal and weird special effects
Images that flash before your blinded eyes, past your wrinkled skin-bag of calcified bone sex.
This place in Space, right here and now at this Time, presence of Being that is divinity’s DNA
Until squirmin’ evolves into a phobia of locomotion, ad infinitum, to Be LIGHT’s alpha seed
Bones getting crunched and pulled to pieces while snorting a toot of me, a killer kitty’s prey
In a jungle, concrete street or earthen trails between chlorophyll cans of plants, Jimsonweed.
Putting you in the place in space that you were meant to be in, the nature of the universe I am
You have no choice or free will, God is closer to nothing at all than you might think, say again
You are the product of the Void that’s always been the matrix of the historical record of men
Scraps and leftovers under empty skies above and below us, I am an imaginary monkey man.
At night, be afraid and full of crippling fear, hide in a dark corner of a cave without a hot fire
Freezing cold, shivering without the fur of the ones who were here before the naked ape liar
Recording #FakeNews as the historical record for descendants of the ancestors’ laws and lies
What’s left over from Mother Earth’s wet, son of a beach, she cuts God’s nuts, then she dies.
by
r j j stephan, i { header’s my #PinkPanther who used to be fun but now’s black & hungry! }
c. July 25, 2018 Wednesday @ 10:10 AM PDT
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