HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO, CUERVO SHOTS & A HUG FOR YOMAMA Man, I got some news and it's not the same old story, it's a new one, fer shizzles Peers will attempt to tie the record but they'll never beat perfection, I'm truckin' From the getgo, started with 200 dollars and went straight to jail before the end Bought and traded every property and holding on the game board, shitz & giggles.
Born indentured inside of a holy hole without a breath of fresh air, it's all precepts In this world, you can't get here any other way, you can't get spontaneous concepts Everything came from something, love from hate, cold from hot, mama did, papa too Meaning of the whole shebang is no mystery, every atom has acid, we're the hot blue.
Monkey saw what the other monkeys do & he did that too, only so good, I voided it Cancelled out the culture of good, bad, ugly & the beautiful, looks & words, shot chit Without being intellectually or at minimum physically superior to the fray, y'all dead So is all of your kin, ancestors who came & went before you and descendants unbred.
It's worth repeating to the deaf and dumb, it ain't their fault, it's the DNA, it's the acid All of this from the ground up to the top of the pines, accidental shame of a star's kid I and everyone else other than me, we all do and say what we will, then we're caput As in stone silent, dead quiet, holy idiots and morons fresh out of the breeds ol' butt.
Trust the monkeys & gorillas knew it all, how to defend themselves from being food Of the bugs, dogs and cats who roam the thing, we're an outlier on fire, in the mood What I know, what I've gleaned is, what you see's what you get, can't get too Hi-Tech All in or all out, crying out before your birth, after death roaring, book a Biblioteque!
Few days coming out of the corpse's empty box, no light or noise, darkness' feelings It's a harbinger of the things to come down the road, Escondido or Tijuana, all good To be there or anywhere is better than the alternative of being underground, as am I On the other hand, mortality is not in my future since I'm a dead Martian, I'm so shy!
by r j j stephan, i c. Cinqo de Mayo, 2021 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Cocksure, drafted from @COVid19 Void disinformation #BeyondBadBoys #PentagonPapers #IranContra #ForgetAboutIt & listenin' to @Morgan_Wallen #Hits link @ https://youtu.be/ClTtcUvXcKw }
More than an aardvarkian reason, broken-beautiful, a Void's empty presence's words
Silent & dangerous types are the best, freaks of Greco-Romans survived all good lords
From a first thing when you awaken in the morning every day, be aware, it's nearly over
Blink 182 times more or less every three minutes, swamp challenge, y'all run for cover.
Monkeys it could be or any other mammal that drinks the mothers' living sap, a formula
Not the one in the bottle of minerals and vitamins you need to engender mortality's fun
Can't remember anything but you know your head's got a bump on the side, then go on
As if the thing didn't have an effect on being & nothingness confronting Man's ego bun.
Naked of hair of the dog and other follicular malfunctions of the DNA/RNA form invasion
Presence in the Past was yesterday & today is fleeting, moment by moment, origin's sin
What you are is up to you & your analysis of the concepts presented, fresh out of bytes
Contenders of your mamas & papas for your allegience better #GTF, gotcha in my sites!
In a barrel full of logistical monkeys, I rose from my common ground depth, all 151 rums
Milky Way's fully engaged in the Cause & Effect of the moronic, idiocy of junkys & bums
Rooms in front for living, dining, for entertaining all of your bugs found in a persian rug
As above, so below, a first draft & a final production as an @Oscar & @Atlas both shrug.
In a gallon of polluted sewer water, life exists, it may not be all too human though, alive
Living and dying just as every other thing itself does, advise and consent to the diatribe
Spewing arguments both real and imagined to be concise and rational without metalogic
Don't need to know why I was conceived in an invisible egg, I'm all healthy, CoVid19 sick.
Buying guided missiles with ordinance aboard to crash into the Earth's rocks devoid Id
From a Big Bang to matter & forms you & I allow to appear before our very eyes, my kid
Inherits the supreme Space that surrounds your illusion of presence in some here & now
Yet, you're neither here nor there, never was nor ever will be, I'm no oligarch, let's blow!
Gods don't know anything about life on Earth, some of your & my ancestors conjured All
Nothing known to blind faith in a ghost more real than your own kin's team spirit to ball
There's usually a matter of fact that some things are cool & some aren't at all, face's evil
Bumming around the commercial docks by the bay, I foul ball and you think I'm all in 'til...
Top of the pile since I go crazy on the bottom of all the weight of the world, I gotta be me
All that I am regardless of my intended karmic response to a forgotten play of a sea tree
Weed to smoke, to taste, to metabolize and mesmerize the thing that's left when you go
Spirit, form of the thing it's always been since the Origin, as a matter of fact, eyes dunno.
Bag gangs of the city by making the leaders lead the pack, formulated the taste of waste
All in a petri dish of microbes swimming for their lives, absorbing anothers fate of taste
For the sake of analyzing the vacuous concepts comin' up from A to Z, I lies 'bout Truth
A final analysis of this system is required for the finale to creep upto an episode's smash.
A heptillion megabytes of power to run the show from head to toe, skin into a holy soul
Belief in the blind babies and their parents who know nothing more than hunger & pain
It's alright, alright, alright, there's no reason to think this is ever going to better or worse
It's all in the microphone post cold breath & cold blooded electrons, where's my horse?
Call it the good, bad and ugly but the bottom line is, it's all there is and I've got the drop
On the blind faith believers hopes in the great hereafter, anywhere near the moon's sky
Don't get me wrong, it's not your fault that you're here and now, not even your ma & pa
It's your ticket & you punched it just a moment before conception, it was pure love too.
Now & then, when it comes to being happy, I know how it feels, just don't know the trick
Magic or just dumbarse luck of the being in the right place at the right time, private Dick
Tracy is the only one I'm referring to, detective beat cop, killin' batch It bats if you please
All evidence qualifies as Reason's Cool, I'm the wise guys evolved outta apemen's jive EZ.
People are funny if you've got a divine sense of humor for all impossible harbingers here
Signals of the Void, sent from nowhere which is everywhere else but where i am, hear?
In one ear and out of the other, the light shines brighter than my eyes can bare, still see
All of the forms from atoms to planets, on the center path, the middle road of a blue sea.
Psychoanalyze this if you get a chance, we're all here for no reason & we're all gonna die
The best is yet to come from the day your Ma & Pa conceived you in or out of love's high
Burned and smashed to smithereens from the first burn to the last gasp for amour's tie
Already gone when I got here, Live Evil is all gone, revolutionary orbit of clowns who cry.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, May IVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
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