#WAR #KobeBryant & #HighScorerOfTheWorld #SocratesSorcery & #MothersOfInvention @Frank_Zappa

I CELEBRATE CRAZY MOTHERS

Some of the time, you and I see the truth about the lies and sometimes we don’t, it’s all #crape

Common among the denominators are the dominators of the numerators, drunk upon a grape

My whines are under the influence when the mind and brain are one in a jumbled gobbly gook

What’s your pleasure when you’re cold, tired and have nowhere on Earth to call a safe ol’ rock.

Settle for the settlers instead of the gypsy vagabonds who wonder what your pleasure is, a mark

Upon your forehead & your kins unborn, unfertilized eggs, some to be & some not to be a quark

Full of the refused consummation, as it tends to be the only way to survive on a planet’s star dirt

Any other way to be is only NOT to be and that unacceptable sentence to death won’t even hurt.

Morals of the ethical mortals who came and died here left nothing but a fallacious legacy of Eve

First woman made all of the rules, the commandments of dedication to the futile resistance age

Party until you drop, some took it literally without a reprieve, what’s your pleasure? Al’s ways!

My pop & my brother, my grandfather all on the clock, all night, every revolution’s spin of days.

Hearts open and bleeding from the gash left from the battles and wars between God’s states

Divided and conquered without a chance to reorganize into the taking of the crown’s 1st dates

Party was, is and will always be here with the laughter and the good times, it’s spirits, it’s puffs

Everything before the final gasp, man, woman, talkin’ to you, lingo-translate this, off yo’ duffs!

Party for the nuns and the priests who celebrate the unknown one, above and below the Earth

Reach out further than our sun, the closest star outside of our atmosphere, too far, a light year

More for the trips you go on between episodes of dead-head sleep, no dreams, no true or false

Brewed hops’ water and spoiled vino from the grapes of the laughing thorns, high in beer halls.

Here’s my pleasure, all six senses means sight, sound, smell, taste & good, bad & ugly MFrs

You know I use the language to celebrate the commerce of a dead star’s leftover animation

All we are, all that this is, all everything will ever be is a philosopher’s stone, two rivers’ sins

It ain’t my fault we’re here & now, grow up, have good times, a posted mortem recollection.

How much luck must one have to have become a man, alive in the roaring 2020’s, party One

All of the many outside of the field of dreams cannot be seen, heard, tasted or felt, stink son

Body of odor from gases mixed in a mobile germ unit, all too human like a Fred Nietzsche, Be

Or not in an amoeba, paramecium or euglena in which matter is the energy at One Space Sea.

Forms are the shapes that the billionaire's’ Take once the cells are organized organically eggs

Perchance a boy grew into a man, he saw the party of insanity runnin’ the show of the Borgs

They observed and obeyed the prime directive, bow to the supreme being of Force, nut mama

Came from nuts of the tree of knowledge, wisdom of good & evil, also known as blinded papa.

No god in it’s right mind would create something only to abandon it to the evil-live Twi-night

But wait, it’s a test to see if you’re worthy of the Truth, will you bow down, genuflect insight

Good night spin, long day without a shot of gin to my deep chagrin, won’t be long now again

Rebound until the final score shows the number one winner & number two loser, violet skin.

Through the invisible gate to never-never land, Al or Alice got the job done, at one break blow

Glass ceilings shattered everywhere in every abode above and below the earth with E.A. Poe

Dangerous arms, what It’s all about, initiation of fission-fusion anti-missile fun-kin’s jizz-jazz

Basic Euglena mothers, disintegration, annihilated nucleolus’ split neutronic sun, sons of gas.

by

rjjstephan, I

c. Mardi, Janvier XVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D?

{Mutilated the language above this AM while listenin’ to #LoanMeADime @BozScaggs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI}

#SunnySonny Thanks for the memories POP!

SHIELDS AIN’T HIGH ENOUGH TO PROTECT THE BROKE & THE WOKE

The fate of the Earth, the population of people, places and things, all of the nouns

Everything that begins with a Big Bang or an electronic proton producing neutron

Calls to arms and legs regardless of the software used for thought processing an Id

An ego of the imagination that cannot go in or out, neither back nor forth, po’ kid!

Luck of the draw after the deck of cards get shuffled into a random deal of hands

To win or lose, to live or to die is all there is on the mounds of dirty deeds, so cheap

Everyone gets one at birth, a cry of the wild baby that can’t stand the light of a day

Brighter than the darkness of the womb of woman, a human all too human I do say.

I need a Mulligan now, actually my great, great, great grand dad was One, a Magee

I had a line on the blood but it’s diluted with the Minion’s invasion, skull & bone key

Possible that you will dream forever or that you’ve never dreamed at all, sadly true

Not my idea, just a deduction from the inductions, assumptions blind, faithful blue.

Apes, repeating the seen and heard as if it’s more than pretenders pretending Sin

As if there’s a higher power or being than this lump of rock & destitute gold dust

Come on man! Mothers are the women, they gave us this, it ain’t my fault at all

Ma, talkin’ about mine, yours, well adapted & upstanding or sad miscreants’ Fall.

Above and below this LIVE sensation, perception of the happy malice of created stars

Of the Big Bang, unseen, unheard yet evidence remains in stealth, all forever A Bubba

Godsons of the jets’ sons, invisible killers of babies’ fathers & mothers’ eggs flying cars

To arrive with or without you is impossible, what I am is what you are, wait… What the…

Genius or idiotic moron both out of the same gene pool of Deoxyribonucleic acid rain

Came down out of the sky, a leak in the Space & Time vortex, down here to be insane

Like no other, there are no others, I think, therefore nobody else in the system can be

As I live and die, so the whole universe above and below me goes, I care, I’m there, see.

All hands on the decks of cruise ships, battleships, or other floating war & peace funk

There’s War afoot, smelling gunpowder in the wind without a phart fired at the dunes

Ending the beginning in a puff of smoke, not even a word left scratched on stone junk

Mercy to the hybrids, men screwed by divine defeat of alien UFOs in UAPs darkrooms.

Luther was Martin & a king in his own mind, speakin’ in tongues, foreign and domestic

To loathe the fear inside of the psyche, inherited from the guilty and pernicious, all sick

Of bacterial infection, viral multiplication and division of all that blind eyes make scenes

Now and will be forever, a fraction of the whole shebang, atomic gas blown smithereens.

Tell mama, tell Bob, nobody cares about the issue you’ve discovered is inhumane or gold

Unless you’re a princess or prince, your place in the order of things is near the Unseen, old

Over the hill in a sense, meaning going uphill is such a great human goal, dreamin’ across

Trembling inside the skin down to the holy bones, unmoved mover in there, up on a cross.

For once or for the last time, either way, it’s all gonna get back to the fundamental thing

Where all of your kin went down when they were done doin’ the thing, all over again too

Like a reincarnation of a po’ boy sandwich you ate every day for 80 years, red-purple blue

Crunched down to a paste I swallowed & shat in the silo of wasted days’ sweet Nothings.

Born free and independent and died indentured and grounded in star dirt, gold dust

Time passed too quickly to recollect the entire sequence from first cry to last right fuss

Around the head to the feet they didn’t snip and cut for the circulation’s soul shining

Out into the dark Outerspace darkness behind our penumbra, bald head’s all singing.

Apes, crying and dying as it’s always been, bury the stench, memories left mutated in

A hodgepodge of abnormal menudo unmixed by mortal bones, founded darkness sin

Obey or disregard the rules devised to blow away your conscious perception of visions

Myopia cut out of the picture, seen everything all eyes have seen, I do run the dozens.

Mercy of the good and the bad on the ugly, it’s all they have for proof of certainty’s ire

Madness that we’re all alone, always were, always will be, illusion to jump the gunfire

Rounds zippin’ by my ears by my hair, heard a zip, I saw the flash, I’m dead & gone son

Didn’t see it comin’ around a corner, it came & went through my soul, Hit me! It’s done!

by
rjjstephan, I
c. Dimanche, Janvier XVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D?

{ Mutilated the language above this AM while listenin’ to #LoanMeADime @BozScaggs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI }

#PlasticHomme #Homey means Home?

I GOT AN AXE & A HILLBILLY BUT WE BIT THE DUST ANYWAYS

Wounded elbows and both knees, crippled by the arrowheads & buckshot lead

Never advised of the pain and suffering involved in a shoot out until you’re dead

If you survive the wounds intrusion into your oneness, extremely sublime above

Where wise men and fools fear to go, 8 miles higher than you recall, flyin’ dove.

No wingman on the solo flight from ground control and the radio silence rules

All alone in or out of the dream’s natural flow, from volcano’s snow too cool

Froze the gas, the water and kept far away from fire which annihilates what is

Clothed or naked apes make no difference, Platonic or Marxist, all that Fizzled.

Elevator operator let me down a million times a day, fully furnished face lifts

Born younger than the zygotic homeless, penniless peons on gravehard shifts

Abounding confidence in the false narratives leftover archangels who had sang

Wavelengths of seraphim spaces of Infinity, seraphim around a whole shebang.

Liberty from the gravitational collapse of the myriad of Truths & smoked pine

Way down below like there was no tomorrow, never a yesterday, just a sign

Of the cross, on head, solar plexi, shoulder wings, hands up, hand me downs

Hidee high an hide the hoes in Mary’s Garden of flowers, high off the grounds.

Jelly roll storm of sugar and sunshine, out of the witch’s oven, it ain’t your foes

It’s friends made between the epic eons, demon sequences like One, right here

Events to forget just like faked events already forgotten from all trumpet blows

Done featured my self with the creatures out of control, a random psycho-fear.

Loaves of bread falling out of control from outer space above and below us all

Why is the question, who feeds the helpless and hopeless down after the Fall

Foo fighters come in and out our lives, on the middle fork of the Tri-State’s pike

Friends look like they’re all mortals, all gonna die like me, Matter-Time hot-mic.

For what the butter is worth, the cow’s production, iced cream, yogurt, ½ & ½

Meeting at the Origin or the End of the line is the same thing, teats-up cow’s calf

Dream where you wake up before it’s all over, know it’s gonna wait a minute to

Be over forever, all the star dirt self-satisfied with the self’s worth, stoned blue.

Billy never did live on planetary Earth, wild comic book tales of a hero & villain

Idiots & their moronic offspring moving concepts into the vortex of night moves

You know where I’m comin’ from, you know the score, no accessible kid’s gloves

Haunted on a witch’s spell’s wish to terminate the ballerinas & the fugly braves.

Cancers deleted in the DNA/RNA acids’ holy codes, random evolution’s products

Recombined for no reason, extinct for no reason, hungry and eaten, a dumb-fox

Met you and you met me too, forgive me for forgetting your face, all half breeds

Smokin’ candles and leaves of the grass grown from scratch mutations of seeds.

On no coast of any continental drift, seven, six or eight, just Babylon rockin’ ‘em

People without wing things, good & plenty for all, no robes to wear, haven funk

Red robin singin’ to the one to synch-up the seed & egg of mortal synchro-punk

Problem solved, giddy-up with horses & money balls’ flask bottles of #151 rum.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, January XIVth, MMXXIII @ 711 AMPST

{Concocted from the Void while listenin’ to @VanMorrison #ProtectorOfAngels link @ https://youtu.be/H_oVTgYBQRU}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?