#KissMyDNA #AintThatSomethin'? #Zorro #Homer #Bart #YoMama #TheStylistics

ABSOLUTE LIBERTY DEPENDS CENTER OF A ZORRO* ZERO

Just 'cause you think you're a pretty puss, don't mean you're so smart, you gnome

It takes a full grasp of rationality & irrationality to become just way too top shelf

Thinking apes sittin' around a campfire near the lakes and caves, oh sweet home

Talkin' Alabama up to Northern California on down south to Baja into a void gulf.

Awaken from the dream and stare at the moonshining in your window, see light

Reflection of the leftover sunlight from our star, the sun itself boundin' back to us

Over 360 thousand miles back and forth to the moon from Earth, more or less is

All you need to know, we make matter itself travel at the speed of sound, we fight.

To be or not to be the man or the woman descended out of the muck and mire tea

Some mythological record of nobody's recollection, presence at the original cosine

An @Apple in the cloud for a data dump, you're an android in the @Parlor liberty

Killed critters & plants after raising them from egg & seed, takes God's eye to see.

Think about saving yourself from rigor mortis, think that blind faith is the way to go

That's just fine to see the light and get blinded, the boss knows, the minions know

From Earth way down below where my feet rest upon a cement slab's Persian rugs

Iraq or Iran on a magic carpet ride over the sea to the land of the free, smokin' nugs.

You don't know like I know or maybe you do know more than I know, in and out or go

Jump into the lake or off of the cliff and either swim or fly, either way you're gonna die

Breathing and thinking that you exist will cease, memory of consciousness will go dry

Left over for a feline's historical record, buried in dirt, look away, baby look away, blow.

Freak of nature from the gene pool just beyond the horizon, cannot get some cornpone

You from the wrong coast if you're from the heartland of a continent of fool's fake bone

Get the job & then figure it out later, who is the congenital liar, after all's said, it is done

Produce the junkies and bums, produce the townsquare criers who protest it all, so fun.

by

r j j  stephan, i  { #zorro }

c.  Saturday, May 29th, 2021 A.D. @ 4:44 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @SteelyDan #PretzelLogic https://youtu.be/S643jMNqY2U }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#GameShowYouAlwaysLose #WinningMonopoly #LyinLiarNaturally #HolyArse #ShyTown #ElevatedTrain #AboveTheFloodPlain #WHOlovesYouBaby?

PERFECT DELUSION OF TROLLS, SCRATCHIN' FOR MY 2 CENTS

Kitties in the middle of the fray wondering exactly why it smells so bad around Man's scat
Long ago back in the day when we lived upwind from the ones that caused a blink of an eye
Mothers, sisters, brothers and absentee fathers got together in a state of holy welfare #Fat
Apes walkin' upright, naked with fur and fat to keep the bones warm enough to duplicate It.

Cancer will do it but so will an accident or old age, either way the verve will slip away, my son
My daughters and sisters and mothers are saved by disregard for this ultimate way to a six gun
Snatched from behind, locked down by hundreds of pounds of feline menace, bytes to throats
All the data your rocks ever need to roll from volcano to the sea, monkeys jump in the moats.

Here is a conditional proposition for a deductive argument for reason & logic, if you live you die
Regardless of the ten commandments or the due process of municipal or country regulation pie
Gaols are empty, the prisoners are now on the loose again, without jobs, without cash, just bats
For their fellow men & women, their kin & friends, even Christians' foes who feed them to cats.

In the sixth sense, communication will stream to the open third eyes, uninflated for a free lunch
Jelly & peanut butter, fresh, white wonder bread, mock 1 to 3 stooges in a solipsistic superglide
Speeding down the wrong way on a one way street into the beach and the surf into the riptide
You don't know like I know, this feeling of Tides suckin' souls to the core of an Hawaiian punch.

You loved it so you lit it up & held up your hand until you burnt fingerprints off thumbs of nuns
Robbin' the banks & returning to sender, star from which we came, a heap of a big-bang zoom
Then in this oneness, this singularity, your boredom will fill the next explosion, an eon of puns
Promises to come back to pick you up and take you back home to the nest, to your living room.

Light 'em up if you've got 'em, you know what I mean when the stage goes dark, clear light see
Held tight to the last notes of sound from the drums, horns and electric strings, ears ring free
Everyday sound in the environment has departed my attention, gone stone deaf at high pitch
Constant as the universal, multidimensional Space & Time, Relativity, General & Specific itch.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, May XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to #11ReasonsToMoveToChicagoIn2021 @StevenRussellB link @ https://youtu.be/uPPNO3HF-uU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesNeedAnMRI #NowOrNever #RockAndRollHighSchool @TheRamones #KZAP @KZAP #ROCK @SkyyrdsInnards @PaulaAbdul

 

TREE FAT MAMAS SITTIN' ALONE AT THE GRAVE, A DEAD FLOWER PIECE *
Once upon a time, I took myself out for a ride with a secret friend from a UFO queen's crown
Trust me when I say trust me, I wouldn't lie to you even if you were my ma or pa big @SMO
Never get caught in a lie 'cause it ain't my thing to fabricate Truth when i could lay it on down
In or out of the dream, I always won the games, I had all the pieces, all the power to pass go.

Nobody guarding the safe with the cash and diamonds, it's not mine, it's not yours, it's God's
Worry about this or that tomorrow, tonight we're gonna break in and absorb the profit gold
Sawin' the axe and blowin' the harp full of cool rhythm and blues, beatin' bass & tom tom too
Bloody fingers from the wood sticks cuttin' my thin skin, through the callouses and rags of do.

Motive for the madness outside the swampland and the meadowland up to the water's blues
Mothers and fathers left all the children off for the neighbors to tend to, hard to stay in place
When you've got that wanderlust and the ability to play the game with or without holy rules
This one time in space, a spell caused the magic to work without a wand or a bewitched brew.

Orphanage runaway or valedictorian of ivy league halls, all for One and One for all, that is all
Curves around in moves to the left and the right, back and forth, under and over kingdom hall
What you know you don't, this ain't an argument, it's Jim beam ray of moonshine, a fine wine
Smooth as silk goin' down, trigonometric brains into calculus of AMs & PMs, a murder cosign.

Cool cats pickin' and grinnin' up on the third stage's run at my bank of life's breath, God's chi
Maniacal form of drunken life, wanting to kill the living and eat the dead, like all our fathers
From the womb of all of our mothers, the darkness still moves us, beggin' us to return for tea
Moronic monkeys evolved into naked apes we revere as scribes and seers, just dead headers.

53 years ago in 1968, a bunch of time slipped by and turned into today, right here at the bow
Same space, different time, many revolutions of the planet's wobbling essence, can I say, gee
Of course I can, I just did and I will again, Gee!  Rules, theorems, corollaries in a matrix' flow
Bums and junkies used to be like all of us, born to loving moms, dead flowers, the scat of me.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *CheshireKitty for the @KZAP header!
c.  Thursday, May 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 8:30 Post Meridien, Pacific Standard Time
{ Drafted to @TheRollingStones #StickyFingers '71 link @ https://youtu.be/V0uzD5DMt8k }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?