Sunday, March 24, 2019
#HitTheSpotOrNot #NoGravityTheWholeWorldSucks
HIT THE SPOTS, UNITED STATus *
Friday after five and me and the boys went up/down to the club in jungles of river Amazon
Everybody goes to the place where you can get anything your heart desires, excepting One
You’ve got to completely stay awake for the Truth and not fall asleep in the middle of the It
All you have, all I have, all there is under the black carpet of space and burned out play/skit.
Please and thanks for the explanation of the unknown, stoned contradiction to be, never die
To be eaten or buried, maybe burned or left to the sharks a blue sea, H2O flow ion-bytes high
Look at it this way, my way or the highway which is yours, the road has a fork you & I choose
There’s no going backward to where you came from, in a holy hole’s not an option, can’t lose.
In the church, in the cave, in the temple or mosque, the obedient mix with the rebellion’s ilk
No law or regulation can stop the putrification of the Word made Flesh, your God is the milk
Stop the air movement in and out of the thing and it will deteriorate and evaporate into ashes
Time and Space do that to every beast that has the gall to evolve out of the sun dried beaches.
Got up on the horse, rode more miles than I could count by the time the day was done sunset
In the middle of nowhere with nothing but a brain, a mind, ethical training, a philosopher pet
Around the block or the world is the same distance, it’s pie ‘r’ squared, #BFE symbolic 3.14 x
A point on a line, moving until two trails go sideways to an imaginary meridian, asexual sex.
Now, get ready, #STAT and be offended by Evil living in your Live blood, drank ‘til drunken
Putting in as much as you’ve taken, you’re about even with the matrix of the universe’s Token
Goin’ fishin’ in the sea, near the lake banks and rivers’ brooks and streams, missed a mystery
Last breath in deeply brothers and sisters, sweet while it lasted, indeed, slopes were slippery!
by
c. Dimanche Marche 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
W.W.A.R.D.?
Saturday, March 23, 2019
#IAmWhereYouAreNot #Satch @JoeSatriani #IdolOfAxe
AXE TO GRIND, DON’T FRET KID *
In the middle of the road, shred so you can see both ways, overplayed uptown gigs
Formats of the function are in reverse order, in a dream yet not asleep, goat kids
Comin’ to know the end of the beginning before it starts, kick-start cab-over rigs
Bring it up the mainline vine to the heart, what’s the matter, chilled souls of Ids.
Pluckin’ the E, F, G, A, B, C & D just for the sake of a sack of silver gold doubloons
Easy to trade for the room and board of the things that wave tail in your fake wake
Makin’ the movement until momentum fails and then...and then eat pitted prunes
It will be the rhapsody in purple, a name of a woman, no sister-mother, eat the cake.
Protons in constant sight of you, electrons lost in space to the nucleic acid flow
Rays of plasma, wavelengths and frequencies received from a sun’s death blow
Much to say about a reason for being evil alive, no reason for being good not bad
Books of theoretical jargon to fill the Devil within me, my sapiens’ soul is so sad.
I had no name when egg met the code of gamete games, if I’m wrong, don’t have a shytfit
It may be that I had been introduced to my egg’s DNA alleles and I just forgot all about it
Truth is, any guess is as good as Adam’s and Eve’s or any worm itself, a crossroads thing
In the telescopic view, nothing magnified a million percent becomes the set of Nothing.
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r j j stephan, i { *Header’s the mighty axe shredder, hands & arms of Joe Satriani #Satch }
c. March 23, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ drafted out of nowhere while listenin’ to some Rickie Lee Jones jammin’ on HITS like #Youngblood on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/j359eOgZBZM }
FINIS
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