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Friday, August 10, 2018

#BackToTheWorldYouNeverKnew

CHICKS NOT CHICKS & SING SING

You, YOYO man, do what you can but don’t worry it’ll be less than to complete the mission
Neither police nor military Space Agency can help nor empty suits that soar above the redsun
Behind the smoke of the burned redwood, cedar and birch of the #GoldenState, welfare falls
People from the world STOPPED flockin’ like dung flies to the demon welfare bees with balls.

Pink and empty of the contents, it’s all fresh and new to the one who just awoke in a daymare
Lookin’ around the matrix for the keys, locked into being the best at being down, it ain’t fair
In the wide open under that bright light of the daytime in the hemisphere’s wobbled ecliptics
Pine boxes or clay urns, fortune serves the masters, naught but Davy Jones’ perfect God’s fix.

Reportage of the guilty consciences that suddenly appear out of nowhere, from the culture
Training and schooling in the ways and means of obedience to the rules of the law in here
Within your 208 bones buddy and baby, you fly into my face and slam! You end it, all of it!
Comin’ to be happy and never worry but always prepared for the surprises in the super store.

You kill a man and you die unless you are a hero in a war, on a battlefield for freedom’s reign
Superwomen malfunction and become irresponsible, just like the supermen that they spawn
Spewing philosophical pablum to the babies with their mouths and eyes wide open, dreaming
As if your health and wealth mean anything at all on the Last Day you get in Man’s Sing Sing.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 10, 2018 Friday @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #FutureShock & HITS by Curtis Mayfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1X3-DqUve08 }


W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, August 09, 2018

#MrMisunderstood @EricChurch @ricoSacto #ricoSacto




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TRICKS n’ GAMES FOR #scatHEADS

You and I bury our heads deeper than the ostrich that’s almost extinct, don’t ask, don’t tell
But me, it’s just not something I can do once I find out the incredible that is occult protocol
I know that you think your body will die like the others you’ve seen come and go, just caput
That’s it then, the end of the days is the last blinks you get in your life, no more sign input.

Silence and sightless, a soul can’t drink or smoke it therefore it’s useless to the gods, Ala Ra
Seeing the sensory perception, comprehending the nature of the beast and this matrix Ga
Nothing left over when it’s end of days for me, I am not sorry but I am upset about the Lie
A fib that the priests and nuns told my mother’s father, they kicked him off the ship, ahoy.

Stuffed or starved, either way you’ll let your heart stop the beast within, total breakdown
Not just the nerves but the entire DNA complex from head to hormone, seeds are sewn sod
Dug a trench, deep in the ground to bury the roots in stardust, to suck the bytes of a clown
Goin’ into the #Outernet for the #Innerspace peace of your piece of mind, on loan from God.

You might have an aversion to thinking about the end of life philosophical analysis of sounds
Either you turn out to be the food of a carnivore or cannibal or you get your form sucked dry
Then, wrapped in a favorite outfit, while stiff and rotting, you’re buried under holy grounds
Prayers said to the #DeadAir and without any answers from anywhere, soul fire hits the sky!

Puns intended if there are any, they’re all in your mind, nobody’s colder and harder than I
No softer than the basalt rocks under volcano holes, where the lava spews into heaven’s sky
A song now, a line in a poem then, miracles one after the other to make the things all be high
Ideas blew over my shoulder, past my mind into the #666 atmospheric pressure of your Guy!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 9, 2018 Jeudi @ 2:22 PM PST
{ written while listenin’ to some @EricChurch #SmokeALittleSmoke & HITS/jamz on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XxWjtWONuGc } 

W.W.A.R.D.?