#FortunatoAndMe #DionAndTheBelmonts #JohnCougar #RockPaperScissors #TILT

DOWNSIZED, BACKSTABBIN', PRAYIN' HANDS CHOKIN' IT

Lonely mama said I had a lot of nerve when she tried to modify my adaptive, fake out behaviors

I did what I could to think and act like nobody in my family, I'm showin' nobody any back doors

Imaginary inside of your skull & outside of your aura and halo, dead gods never were to see me

Folded mother's arms or tiny orphans of Mr. Smith & Jones' wives & the sisters of havin' mercy.

Kindred spirits escaped from the cauldron of fired up gas, naturally wide opened to the hot cells

Nothing and nobody in the center of this thought's process, you've got the whole, holy hole part

Then you've got the rest of everything else, the unknown occult, linguistic uncertainty principles

Sugar's sweet, sour milk of mothers teats, wives & soul mates doin' the Do Si Do & they're OUT!

Brothers and fathers in Time's places in Space, leaving the DNA code, undecipherable, in cognito

You'll never see it, nobody you know will see it, even the people on Earth who know, can't see it

Something that's to talk about is the existential nature of Eve's feast created as Adam's first kiss

Reason & logic modifications of moronic ignorance, factoids to be a naked-ape-God's Dam bliss.

Pushin' and pullin' on the strings that animate the puppets seeking the Truth about our creators

Who fashioned Forms head to toe, who clothed, raised & caught the waves I surfed to 7 shores

Built from scratch that didn't exist a moment prior to one ecstatic conception, a mom got used

Made you from the premises' injected venom, you're a foregone conclusion, rationally deduced.

Searched and found the miraculous inside of the nucleus of an atom of Helium, a joy to a world

Three dogs or nine cats and a hyena, either way it's all the same difference, then we all hurled

Regurgitated the softer matter, indigestible by the inferior chemicals but that's all that there is

Grey or white hair or bald as a white feathered eagle, either you do or you die, in a Slo Gin fizz.

Africa, Asia, Europe, Southern or Northern American magnetic pole territory above & below It

Love's a train, a caboose is always behind the loco motive, crazy primal idea of a bird's tweet

Meaning of words describing persons, places and things recovering from addiction to @SEALS

Cold water, frozen ice or vaporized in a @GlassHouse pipe of purple & red flowered bud deals.

Burned & fried mind in the brain, just to make sure that everything is copacetic & so fine man

Recollect that lost memory one second and forget about it the next second, just all too human

Funk and Wagnalls had nothing more than the sounds of vowels & consonants, strung out silk

China junk & poppy smoke rose from Kung Fu dead & gone, steady leakin' viral, pandemic freak.

So, it's Live, it's Evil, forward and backward, always and forever from your conception to demise

Burnt, dead cells without a soul is One Way to go, the other is blood sucked, formaldehyde flies

Lookin' like you're sleepin' or just a thought in a living memory of those you knew & left behind

To see and to be no more, birds and bees remain with the descendants of the #Woke, my Mind.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August 15th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

( Dedicated to my Godmother, Josephine Alfano-Stopka RIP mama & drafted while listenin' to the #100GreatestSoulSongs of the 70's on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/X7ses5rI5U4 }

* Matter Over Mind & Mind Over Matter, "Nothing matters & what if it did?" #HotNightInAColdTown & HITS by @JohnCougarMellencamp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0IiKdRHTIYQ B-)

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EliminateThemAll #Barneys & #Bettys & #Gomers & #Goobers #ItsAShytePyle

 

INFINITY'S SKIN DEEP, ONE IDEA, I'M A HUNDRED, NO SHYT

If you remain upstairs from the flat or downstairs from the basement's cellar, you're dead

Meaning literally expired from the participation in the animation of things themselves ahead

Of the rats and roaches which invigorate the Earth's soil and rugged, rocky leftovers of gods

Apparently have come and are now long gone and being forgotten by the apes of apple pods.

Speaking fluently in the tower of babble where everybody is nobody you know, oh your God!

I'm not the messenger so do not shoot me down, only shoot the messengers or crucify a body

That wants to save you from the trouble of discovering your innocence and ignorance of facts

From innocent infancy to ignorance, geriatric decline or enlightenment's free will, I play sax.

In night clubs near the river cities where the men and women work hard to play spirits drunk

On weekends addicted to the comradery and fun to be had with friends and/or family funk

Holidays, birthdays or just hangin' on the boats and ships ahoy, land sharks and Mac the knife

You don't know like I know, It irks me when I'm filled full of glee, a random ecstasy, real Life.

Because I'm privy to the Truth for me that happens to be the Truth about humanity's reality

Because of that one little fact of life, my father in this life got this metadata from l'il ol' me

Because my father sent me to the elite elementary & secondary & tertiary wanderlust root

Of the men and women who not only knew nothing but also claimed not to know the Truth.

Come with me to the Singularity point of no return, where you die and get turned into ashes

Repeat the identical exercise in futility as long as you can, until you fall down in COVID rashes

By all means, look forward to any moment from now on as a gift from God, now you know It

What It is exactly becomes no surprise to stariders in this dream, outside Earth, ain't no shyt.

Dig this down deep and let it ruminate within your skin & bones until you clear lungs of vapes

From head to toe full of a bull's scat from the baggage's writing on cave walls of ignorant apes

Monkeys who came down from trees and then cut them down completely to kill the fire dead

Tearing your mind in two, out of focus and totally inept to survive now or ever, beyond a 100.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XIVth, MCMXXI Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST

{ Dribbled forth from the bloody Earth bangin this AM while listenin' to @MotownMix#3 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QmPKsVib_zc }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AreYouACreep? #NoAreYou #IKnewYouWere @WilsonPickett @JessieWinchester #TheBigBangTheoreticalExegisis

NONSENSE

 

DIG IN AND DIG IT WHEN YOU'RE DOWN WIT IT

Checking into the system of up, down and all around this Mondo cane, I'm all Time barking

In the middle of the night when all but the graveyard shifts have ceased to be not existing

Guided missiles without a program, launched blindly into this old, middle of nowhere here

Places in Space & durations of Time experienced and annhilated at once, just yell, the BEAR!

Concentrated for one moment 'cause I couldn't recollect the subject or Randista objectivism

Everything outside of my genome, by body's corpse animated as if I'm an immortal God gism

Yet I am & I'm not, a friend of a friend told me so, the friend's now done gone but I'm not her

No more momentous occasions to experience & recollect ad infinitum, it's over when it's over.

Sucks gravity's power into the core that is so hot, nothing survives the touch, a merge to One

Not more than One because anything more is the multiplicity's extinction gene, the God's son

Killed but not dead forever, slow bleed out, stop breathing gas in & out, empty skull & Xbones

Good or better to be the baddest Evil godson you can imagine & end in a pile of rolling stones.

It was supposed to be a party but it turned out to be the jail house rock of mankind, a human

Body to live and to die for, eternal punishment or reward in another dimension of divine skin

As if you didn't already know this the moment you got conceived, you're screwed, tell mama

Eternal living and breathing in and out, eating 3 meals a day and sleeping 8 hours, that's life!

Lard full bums living underneath the bridges with the trolls and roaches, fitting into a groove

Nothing to see under the road, don't look down, don't look back, just get along, night moves

One foot in front of the other until the heels and toes transform into the bones without life

Soul shines & then Earth's gone, grateful & dead in the box, rigor mortis lost One sharp knife.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, August XIIIth, MCMXXI Anno Domini

{ Load up on the cash, loan me a dime & I'll pay you a dollar, ten times over!  Jammed while jammin' to the @RhumbaMan @JessieWinchester on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/snl2YGfk7VE }

F.I.N.I.S.

W.W.A.R.D.?

#FunkyBroadway #RhumbaSteppin'