THURMAN & HERMAN IN FORMALDEHYDE, CAWS BLACK CROW
Just a side salad for one main course, bananas & broccoli, mincemeat of a man-god-monkey
Slices of the cherry pie for dessert where' souls are on ice, Harvey Wallbangers, cool & Funky
Cool drunk every drink at the end of the weddings, got drunk at nine or was it ten to ten-ten?
Elder of the six in the clutch, always in mischief to salute the millennials, fire in the Void's den.
Miracles won't happen in the cold and dark space you drank since conceived in mortal sin
Wonder and amazement put you right where you have to be, in the shots of cool, sloe gin
They fizzed and then moved on down through the canals into the exit strategy of all of It
Graves won't hold the stench so we bury the residuals sixty feet down & under holy schit.
With due respect, the living leave the dead, forsake the dying as a recollected, dull point
That there's only one way up and one way down, no miracle involved, smoke a pin joint
In the buds or in the shake, hit that chit & hold it into the innocence of ignorant & gone
You, me & every other thinking thing animate the sticks and stones to break holy Tbone.
Hopeless in the black hole, no free will in there with just a sound like sucking out a womb
HOly place, deeper than the bottomless pit that has me at the center, an idea in a tomb
Speaking easy but it's gibberish to the academic intellectuals, the bullwinkles of the pope
Knowing it all because somebody told them to believe that It's true, fake news I do grope.
History is forgotten to cement the New Deals and the New Places in outerspace, as we fly
From nest to the hunting for your mother's father's incubation reason, alive in a great Lie
Truth is foreign to the chiefs and the indians, bacterial and viral infections cause extinction
Of you and I, the mice and the men who button down our collars, blab and yap origin's sin.
Common men & extraordinary women from proverbial Adam's & Eve's Void, purple microDot
In the middle of outerspace, lookin' back in the rear view mirror, it's golden, nobody got shot
Bottoms are up and the systems are all gone, everything's broken into a pile of dirty, old dicks
Where the egos and the ids merge, on the edge of the twilight zone, 88's play divine chopsticks.
It's what she said when he said nothing about anything, leave her alone, all alone, as it is, today
Before you arrived from the inside to the outside, cosmic comedy of the playing a neutron way
It's so white we call it milky, like a candy bar of sugar, chocolate and nuts to die for, it's so cruel
Stuff it down Herman's & Thurman's throats before they know it's in their formula of baby gruel.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, February 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST
{ Created from the Void of Matter, no Words express Nothing except these! Inspiration of the @TowerOfPower #SoVeryHardToGo link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/t9BRqGpppJw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
Just a side salad for one main course, bananas & broccoli, mincemeat of a man-god-monkey
Slices of the cherry pie for dessert where' souls are on ice, Harvey Wallbangers, cool & Funky
Cool drunk every drink at the end of the weddings, got drunk at nine or was it ten to ten-ten?
Elder of the six in the clutch, always in mischief to salute the millennials, fire in the Void's den.
Miracles won't happen in the cold and dark space you drank since conceived in mortal sin
Wonder and amazement put you right where you have to be, in the shots of cool, sloe gin
They fizzed and then moved on down through the canals into the exit strategy of all of It
Graves won't hold the stench so we bury the residuals sixty feet down & under holy schit.
With due respect, the living leave the dead, forsake the dying as a recollected, dull point
That there's only one way up and one way down, no miracle involved, smoke a pin joint
In the buds or in the shake, hit that chit & hold it into the innocence of ignorant & gone
You, me & every other thinking thing animate the sticks and stones to break holy Tbone.
Hopeless in the black hole, no free will in there with just a sound like sucking out a womb
HOly place, deeper than the bottomless pit that has me at the center, an idea in a tomb
Speaking easy but it's gibberish to the academic intellectuals, the bullwinkles of the pope
Knowing it all because somebody told them to believe that It's true, fake news I do grope.
History is forgotten to cement the New Deals and the New Places in outerspace, as we fly
From nest to the hunting for your mother's father's incubation reason, alive in a great Lie
Truth is foreign to the chiefs and the indians, bacterial and viral infections cause extinction
Of you and I, the mice and the men who button down our collars, blab and yap origin's sin.
Common men & extraordinary women from proverbial Adam's & Eve's Void, purple microDot
In the middle of outerspace, lookin' back in the rear view mirror, it's golden, nobody got shot
Bottoms are up and the systems are all gone, everything's broken into a pile of dirty, old dicks
Where the egos and the ids merge, on the edge of the twilight zone, 88's play divine chopsticks.
It's what she said when he said nothing about anything, leave her alone, all alone, as it is, today
Before you arrived from the inside to the outside, cosmic comedy of the playing a neutron way
It's so white we call it milky, like a candy bar of sugar, chocolate and nuts to die for, it's so cruel
Stuff it down Herman's & Thurman's throats before they know it's in their formula of baby gruel.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, February 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST
{ Created from the Void of Matter, no Words express Nothing except these! Inspiration of the @TowerOfPower #SoVeryHardToGo link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/t9BRqGpppJw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
