Sunday, March 15, 2020
#InTheDeeperWater #RubberBandWomen #GettinUpAndDown #ListeninToThePeopleSingin sooo, #WhatAreYouDoin'? #SpreadOut
MY 78’s FLIP AT 33 1/3 OR 45 RPMs
Music plays from speaker wire hooked up to a transmitter, an amplifier of the half notes
Dreams of men and women recollected in the nature of noise, banging and blowing away
The things themselves which know nothing about where they’re at or where they’re goin’
From baby’s diapers and glass or plastic bottles with a #FakeNipple to suck gravity’s sin.
Nothing to see here nor there but still there’s a need, a desire to get nearly impossible dreams
To be or not to be inside of me, at night or day time, all day every day 24/7, foul ball schemes
Comin’ to Buddha, Jesus or Confucius or any Toma, Dickey or Harriet who rocks this world
Beaches to the top of the mountains’ peaks, frozen water clearly BADABING, so God hurled.
Now, lost in the bright light of day in a foreign country’s hostile neighborhood, Time is tight
So, in the middle of the scrum, you’ve got to think faster than the hate-lovers in a tough fight
Love to all of the haters alive right now in the present and to their kin, dead ones & soon to be
Love murders the hate when it runs out of breath, out of gold and silver bloody paths to Me!
I will call you so do not call me, don’t even think about me, forget my name and numbers OK
Needs and wants are all fulfilled with the Words and Clothes that bled out from purple hearts
Wound scars ‘neath skull & bone tattoos from my toes to my nose, yo hey, what HO did I say?
Phraseology gone wild, past status quo’s lost threshold of fear and loathing, loaded fine arts.
I want you and you want me like our mothers and fathers wanted us, hell we were accidents
Kiss moments, vacant mind mode of WTH changes of third eyes’ playgrounds down in Time
Infinite space inside and outside of the thing itself, it walks, it talks, it struggles in the rhyme
In the end, Alpha waves suck it all back into the Beta collapse of mind’s eyes, makes no sense.
Party over here and there, before and after the conscious realization that you’re spores of Ra
All of the many combined return to the cosmic wave that began in a whimper, in fire hot spa
Top of pyramids for sacrifice to live after the death of the heart and mind, pure bull’s feces
Cherished in the Word, the books full of mercy and phrases of intentional deception, 10 cc’s.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche 15 mars 2020 Anno Domini de l'année du Seigneur, sur Les Idées de mars à 6 h 66, heure normale du Pacifique (PST)
{ drafted WHILE listenin’ to: Al'Green #TiredOfBeingAlone on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/csZV3w_nscg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Saturday, March 14, 2020
On 110th Street it's DICEY AND SPICEY, PENS, NAPKINS & THIS SHEETS GOIN' DOWN! #HappyRightNow #ItAintGonnaLastTooLong #ThatIsTheTruth #ItFadesAway #ReasonToLive
NO DICE...BANG YO’ OWN MAMA!
by
------------------ #FadesAwayFromYou ------------------
Do it right or don’t do it at all, the matter at hand is not afoot any longer, it’s what it always is
Spelling words right or wrong has everything to do with the meaning, the essence of funk fizz
When the entire genome dissolves into a jello muck and mire, a quicker sand than the beach
Now and then the red and white turns blue like the night sky on the other side, out of reach.
Utter nonsense coming out of your head and mouth, terminating in your mother’s vacant dot
Holy end to the middle of the beginning and the finale of the alpha headed to the end, Omega
For the dream to come true it must be manufactured out of A Void you know, recollect a shot
Come and go as the wind and rain do, whirling and swirling around viral bacteria and She, la.
Person to person whatever that is, caused by the original alpha idiot, the moron who is Alpha
Get this down to the lowest common denominator, school is closed, classes are cancelled God
Nothing to learn any more once the virus has inserted it’s ugly DNA head into the microcosm
Punks generated by their mothers and fathers of their sisters and brothers, it’s only a system.
Nothing to see here in the middle of nowhere you called paradise, away from it all, in the hole
Black or white matters little once the sucking begins and gravitational collapse crushes it All
It cannot be stopped by your ma or your pa and their viral infections, consummation of souls
Edit the Word, tell the Truth about the recollection of historical fact and hysterical doubt call.
Dead and gone with a fading tide that moves from anomalies and subsequent quarantine ilk
Out mothers who art in heaven, hallowed be thy wombs, our origin host of the humane milk
Clearly the sentimental journey it’s always been, when the One turns to Many and back again
Why is just because there’s nothing else to do, hustle the humans, control the mortals sinnin’.
Rainbow darkness filling in the blanks of the white-outed, black-balls, analyzing Corona RNA
Jokes aren’t all funny as peculiar as can be, open water birth canal, Last Word to bleed today
Came into blacklist with a free choice, selfless even, nothing to do with it, a God’s goddess’ lie
Actually impossible to tell the Truth, gunshot of Alpha’s spontaneous combustion, hung high.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 14th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AM PST
{ Drafted while living here and now, being alive on Earth, whatever that turns out to be & listenin’ to @RareEarthBand #ItMakesYouHappy link @ https://youtu.be/mb1otXnd6Ic }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.??
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