I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT YOU TOO, RAT WEIRDOS AIN'T SHUTTIN' ME UP!
Good life came and went between the parties and fabulous backs fallin' to the mighty imbeciles
Nothing wrong with that if you don't care if you're an imperfect mole on Earth's hot derrieres
Completed the flips of the coins and I lost two out of three, you win again, I will always lose it
But I forgot to tell you that I let you win on purpose, I've never lost for real, sorry 'bout datchit.
Reasons and the meaning of why you exist and want to survive in the middle of the desert
Or the hillsides of the foothills from the Pilot's hills to the golden mounds of Coloma DirtT
Many & The One have come and gone before me & they'll come, got my landin' gear down
Had a time or two in this little space between my ears, tattoos and earings dead & buried.
Sides of the coins are blank and meaningless, no penny or nickel-dime to death for a buck
Mouth agape, still love beatin' deep inside my DNA acid in my heart and invisible soul, fuq
Microscopic popping of the atomic muscles, broke open in a Super Nova, again ad infinitum
See the 208 bones and soft skinned beauties? I don't because I'm blind, I stared at the Sun!
Bums can't hide forever because they stink when they die and you have to burn or bury 'em
Black plague would return with the vermin and the river scum who eat the roots to the core
Common Elon M & Jeff B rise to the top of the heap of creme de la creme, lucky dogs' Stiths
Mom's and dad's genes matter very little, it's the nurture in the nature that survives the fits.
Surfing the sea I felt the nature of Nothing underneath & above me, with the aliens' of lady GAGA
My dreams fade when I'm awake, I see what I see and nobody will agree it's all about you & me
They think it's all about them, they're wrong 'cause there ain't a clue about WHO the hell's free
Characters of an imaginary, UV & infrared figments of the inner sanctum of Oz, a farm in Topeka!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, May 7th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 8:08 AMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @UncleKracker #InALittleWhile loop @ https://youtu.be/UITLoH41xRw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Friday, May 07, 2021
#It'llAllComeAround #InALittleWhileBaby #MemoriesICantFindICantErase #SomethingLeftBehind #GotDatchit
Thursday, May 06, 2021
#GTFOOH #KeepOnMovinMuddaFuher
PABLO'S HONEY DRIP, A HOLY SKULL TRIP
Where do you begin a pagan portrait of the idea itself, an idea of a thing itself, antimatter alone
Pebbles to the rubble, stone leftovers from the #BigBang, comparable to an angry mother cyclone
Isolation from too live of a crew in a petri dish of cosmic soup, archangels feared to go but I went
Power to leave but no power to come back, kiss my Picasso, a one time shot, try not to get bent.
Oh my my, confidence to never go down six feet below the broken rocks that rolled on my stones
Pacific to Atlantic, north pole to a tip of Antarctica where the days are long, days of penguin bones
Birds swimmin' like fish, men flyin' like birds in Metallica rock and byproducts of dinosaur olive oil
Rhythm and Blues maybe the only thing this is all about, in between bosses get to eat me royal.
It's a bare knuckle and knife fight, no zip guns or shotguns except in the bong before the rumble
Jets and Sharks imposing their will upon the unwilling, fight to the finish, when one dies, it's over
From Pablo's house to Carlos' cave in the hills, we moved those plants and apothecary into gods
Dark shacks, locked up with night shift guards of the Doberman and Shepherd gang of war dogs.
Millions made from the myriad of Mary's hyper-flower tastes and aromas, to die for and you will
Indeed higher than the ones who die, stuck on the ground, not higher than their father's kneecap
Babies who see what they saw and then forgot about the nature of the beast they've become, so
It's all about the Super Nova, didn't I bring that up during the last revolution, sent a letter to you!
Ups & downs all come around in the end and it's an empty vacuum of drums beatin' a final blow
First you're here & then you're gone, that's all you and I will ever know, we died on our first date
In the invisible unknown one who lurks somewhere outside of Uranus, Neptune or far away Pluto
I think I was here, yes I'm sure of it but eventually, back but there's nobody to look, it's too late.
Honey drippin' out of the rare Earth's water, in the magic glass mirror's prison wall, I'm all gone
Nobody's fault, it ain't mine or yours, there's no reason to fret about it, water makin' green lawn
Babies sing sweetly and when you get to hug and love that sweetness, the gods' of golden dawn
Fright and fear of dark shadows minded by the innocent & beautiful out of my love's holy bone.
F I N I S
W. W. A.R. D. ?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Jeudi, Jeudi, May 6th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:01 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @SANTANA #LegacyEdition link @ https://youtu.be/pbemlXU0JGA & @EricClapton #461OceanBoulevard #DeluxeEdition link @ https://youtu.be/BTSiFniWFOE & @TheRollingStones #PlayingTheBlues link @ https://youtu.be/rA5E8Q-AJM0 }
Where do you begin a pagan portrait of the idea itself, an idea of a thing itself, antimatter alone
Pebbles to the rubble, stone leftovers from the #BigBang, comparable to an angry mother cyclone
Isolation from too live of a crew in a petri dish of cosmic soup, archangels feared to go but I went
Power to leave but no power to come back, kiss my Picasso, a one time shot, try not to get bent.
Oh my my, confidence to never go down six feet below the broken rocks that rolled on my stones
Pacific to Atlantic, north pole to a tip of Antarctica where the days are long, days of penguin bones
Birds swimmin' like fish, men flyin' like birds in Metallica rock and byproducts of dinosaur olive oil
Rhythm and Blues maybe the only thing this is all about, in between bosses get to eat me royal.
It's a bare knuckle and knife fight, no zip guns or shotguns except in the bong before the rumble
Jets and Sharks imposing their will upon the unwilling, fight to the finish, when one dies, it's over
From Pablo's house to Carlos' cave in the hills, we moved those plants and apothecary into gods
Dark shacks, locked up with night shift guards of the Doberman and Shepherd gang of war dogs.
Millions made from the myriad of Mary's hyper-flower tastes and aromas, to die for and you will
Indeed higher than the ones who die, stuck on the ground, not higher than their father's kneecap
Babies who see what they saw and then forgot about the nature of the beast they've become, so
It's all about the Super Nova, didn't I bring that up during the last revolution, sent a letter to you!
Ups & downs all come around in the end and it's an empty vacuum of drums beatin' a final blow
First you're here & then you're gone, that's all you and I will ever know, we died on our first date
In the invisible unknown one who lurks somewhere outside of Uranus, Neptune or far away Pluto
I think I was here, yes I'm sure of it but eventually, back but there's nobody to look, it's too late.
Honey drippin' out of the rare Earth's water, in the magic glass mirror's prison wall, I'm all gone
Nobody's fault, it ain't mine or yours, there's no reason to fret about it, water makin' green lawn
Babies sing sweetly and when you get to hug and love that sweetness, the gods' of golden dawn
Fright and fear of dark shadows minded by the innocent & beautiful out of my love's holy bone.
F I N I S
W. W. A.R. D. ?
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, Jeudi, Jeudi, May 6th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:01 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @SANTANA #LegacyEdition link @ https://youtu.be/pbemlXU0JGA & @EricClapton #461OceanBoulevard #DeluxeEdition link @ https://youtu.be/BTSiFniWFOE & @TheRollingStones #PlayingTheBlues link @ https://youtu.be/rA5E8Q-AJM0 }
@JonnyWinter @MarianaTrench @RollingStones @Keb'Mo @BonnieRaitt #RockedDalaiLama "It is difficult to develop a sense of closeness to everyone. Reflective meditation is needed." - D.L.
ETERNAL SHEET FLIES @ 4 o'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON
Mink coats and diamonds for the curly blond with curves of a Indi racetrack, crazy yet sane, I am
One with the thing itself and the other things that came from it, the One & the Many over a dam
Hats off to you, bow in deep respect for your ability to pretend life means more than a star, a sun
That's a fact that nobody gets out of here alive, dead women & men told no tales, divine religion.
Orphanage becoming the patronage for the neglect and abandonment of the Big Bang Cause God
Not there, nobody's home, busy signal, ringing off the hook, no handle, no email, no cell all good
Becoming of me to be the One winking, way to go to when life throws up on a dress or a blouse
What I am is what you are and that is what? A human, all too human, way too human of a louse.
Skipping around the sidewalks and backroads where mean, bad men fear to go, monsters to roam
Behind and inside the shadows left by people afraid of their own because of it's mystery of being
Only present in the light, invisible in the darkness when the almighty divine slumbers inside come
DNA code on the path to a stairway to heaven, nothing's easy except the last gasp of air, so sing!
Marvelous muscles to move bones for a hundred years, more or less than one revolution's done
My comfort level of being aware of the meaning of life, death & the consequence of being God
Lost the mind of the almighty in the random recombination of acid bones, blood & smart brain
Broadway & lakes of Superior, Erie, Huron, Ontario & Michigan lakes without an alley or a lane.
Over when it's over but nobody knows when that is, a mystery for every living thing, bug or man
Act as if you will die in a minute or today or tonight and be good, think well of others, be the Fan
Of this miraculous deposit of conscious allocation of matter and energy, a chemical chess move
King's got the queen in check, a little queen moves, smothers smokey smells of a goddess' dove.
Before you became aware of this existence, in this body once conceived as a gamete, now an ape
Hairless for the most part, shaved from ankles to head, educated to avoid the undertaker's tape
As the cadaver is sliced &diced to examine it's gluons & putrid, odoriferous remains of dead meat
Chewed, swallowed, digested & defecated a million times, more or less, we all are what we eat!
You probably won't get away with robbing people or banks & you won't survive death's sentence
Foolish to write and type on an infinite Void of a screen, invisible digital goddess' super past tense
No survival in Voidness, mortal humanity originated here, in a place in Space far from Man below
Up over us and far beyond the intellect of the genius which concocted this Play, remember now?
High as the deepest part of the Mariana Trench and low, below the lava of the volcanic lava dust
Molten before it turns to rock, so it rolls along as if there's nothing wrong & it's got all day to rust
Impersonal without any wit even an inkling of what it means to be here all alone & dying, a blow
All of the many will disintegrate and be as unknown as the years and people of 5000 years ago.
History in a cave of scratches from blood and bones used as pen & ink on the planet's ash cosign
Trees, carbon, animals, protein, cheap thrills in a key of E, beasts will never divulge the same line
As if it's not evil enough, the WORD was made flesh to become live, first evil then rotted undead
Frequencies of wavelengths, Yin-Yang souls of winners, cosmic comics, hillarious God's infrared.
Vaccination for you in the veins to keep the virus and bacteria in check, they get out of control
With or without the Goathead soup, you drink deeply just in case it's true, that there is a #Hehl
Below us maybe, above us without a doubt, ask any astronaut who flies in & out a guitar riff
Dreaming like lemmings never look out below us, just go follow the morons in front, over a cliff.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Fifth of May, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:03 PMPST
{ Doing Time in Space without a prison, without the bars to isolate my 208 bones from humanity just because of robbery & death of another several million who haven't even been conceived yet, just like us a hundred years ago, miserable no-counts & miscreants, all the while jammin' to @Keb'Mo concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXzVZUcov9E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
Mink coats and diamonds for the curly blond with curves of a Indi racetrack, crazy yet sane, I am
One with the thing itself and the other things that came from it, the One & the Many over a dam
Hats off to you, bow in deep respect for your ability to pretend life means more than a star, a sun
That's a fact that nobody gets out of here alive, dead women & men told no tales, divine religion.
Orphanage becoming the patronage for the neglect and abandonment of the Big Bang Cause God
Not there, nobody's home, busy signal, ringing off the hook, no handle, no email, no cell all good
Becoming of me to be the One winking, way to go to when life throws up on a dress or a blouse
What I am is what you are and that is what? A human, all too human, way too human of a louse.
Skipping around the sidewalks and backroads where mean, bad men fear to go, monsters to roam
Behind and inside the shadows left by people afraid of their own because of it's mystery of being
Only present in the light, invisible in the darkness when the almighty divine slumbers inside come
DNA code on the path to a stairway to heaven, nothing's easy except the last gasp of air, so sing!
Marvelous muscles to move bones for a hundred years, more or less than one revolution's done
My comfort level of being aware of the meaning of life, death & the consequence of being God
Lost the mind of the almighty in the random recombination of acid bones, blood & smart brain
Broadway & lakes of Superior, Erie, Huron, Ontario & Michigan lakes without an alley or a lane.
Over when it's over but nobody knows when that is, a mystery for every living thing, bug or man
Act as if you will die in a minute or today or tonight and be good, think well of others, be the Fan
Of this miraculous deposit of conscious allocation of matter and energy, a chemical chess move
King's got the queen in check, a little queen moves, smothers smokey smells of a goddess' dove.
Before you became aware of this existence, in this body once conceived as a gamete, now an ape
Hairless for the most part, shaved from ankles to head, educated to avoid the undertaker's tape
As the cadaver is sliced &diced to examine it's gluons & putrid, odoriferous remains of dead meat
Chewed, swallowed, digested & defecated a million times, more or less, we all are what we eat!
You probably won't get away with robbing people or banks & you won't survive death's sentence
Foolish to write and type on an infinite Void of a screen, invisible digital goddess' super past tense
No survival in Voidness, mortal humanity originated here, in a place in Space far from Man below
Up over us and far beyond the intellect of the genius which concocted this Play, remember now?
High as the deepest part of the Mariana Trench and low, below the lava of the volcanic lava dust
Molten before it turns to rock, so it rolls along as if there's nothing wrong & it's got all day to rust
Impersonal without any wit even an inkling of what it means to be here all alone & dying, a blow
All of the many will disintegrate and be as unknown as the years and people of 5000 years ago.
History in a cave of scratches from blood and bones used as pen & ink on the planet's ash cosign
Trees, carbon, animals, protein, cheap thrills in a key of E, beasts will never divulge the same line
As if it's not evil enough, the WORD was made flesh to become live, first evil then rotted undead
Frequencies of wavelengths, Yin-Yang souls of winners, cosmic comics, hillarious God's infrared.
Vaccination for you in the veins to keep the virus and bacteria in check, they get out of control
With or without the Goathead soup, you drink deeply just in case it's true, that there is a #Hehl
Below us maybe, above us without a doubt, ask any astronaut who flies in & out a guitar riff
Dreaming like lemmings never look out below us, just go follow the morons in front, over a cliff.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Fifth of May, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:03 PMPST
{ Doing Time in Space without a prison, without the bars to isolate my 208 bones from humanity just because of robbery & death of another several million who haven't even been conceived yet, just like us a hundred years ago, miserable no-counts & miscreants, all the while jammin' to @Keb'Mo concert link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXzVZUcov9E }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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