#ItsFREE #WereAllFree #FugueFooq

IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN’T WHAT IT AIN’T, WHO KNEW?

There is nothing rewarding about worrying about your stepmother
She is yet dead and gone or she doesn’t care if you’re still there
In the southern part of Texas or California, wherever cake bakes
From the city of bad smells, the natives knew the fish stank lakes.

Pillow under your head to comfort your skull and bones undercovers
Hot or cold, the temperature has nothing to do with lives or deaths
Linking lunkheads who don’t know that they’re chips off the block
Talkin’ four corners with an avenue crossin’ a cul-de-sac dead-end.

Hunger will cause a reflexive bite on a trouble hook, snag lips too
Can’t get away no matter how much you try to shake it off & I do
As if it’d be any other way than the way it’s always been ‘bout you
Like the ocean in the darkness, it’s one category light-black & blue.

Fear and a stale loaf of loathing is all you need to get over the end
It will come whether you like it or not, misery or happy my friend
Free choice if you get over your hurt mama & papa syndrome duty
When you’re all alone again like it was in the womb, it’s in a tomb.

It is not because you wanna be independent of the planet or moon
The only one you’re on or close to as far as heavenly bodies orbit
All homeless since a Big Bang thrust into the unknown’s cave bats
Wonderwomen procreating homeless orphans of dogs & cool ol’ cats.

You got propellers and you got a rudder controlled by your mothers
Out of any father’s control, I am not the head of the needle’s point
Mums a word, all of them, one by one, phrase by phrase’s dialectic
Spit in the ocean then find it in the mix, you are lucky to be sick.

In the head’s psychological bending over backward, it’s psycho Id
Impeachment of the commander in chief is mixed, incompetent kid
The idiots holding the chief’s head above the fray cannot see chit
It stank but they’re the ones creating it in the center of all of it.

Nudge your bones that learned to scoot, crawl, walk & run, OK bro
Babies learned, elderly & fit or unfit, get to the finale’s deep flow
China to Tierra del Fuego, miracle blown into a secret skeleton key
For a lock inside of an invisible door without a hole, time spacey.

Might of the mice and the innocence of the sperm and eggs souls
They start with none & like magic, get one once conception pulls
The DNA & RNA meet the conjunction with glee, orgasmic huzzah
All downhill from there, just a used tool to keep me dreamin’ brudu.

Crime requires criminals, prisons require the innocence & the guilt
Counted the Draculas & the other blood suckin’ urchins we keep lit
All will be saved in the dirt, under the ground, seeds of humanity
Common ground, coffee grounds for divorce, irreconcilable enmity.

Bonded for the reward, the capture dead or alive of the perp body
Only a photograph will tell the story’s proof of life, dead ol’ booty
How long will it take to spend the whole cache? It’s a pre-set six
Twelve, twenty four or seventy two, glory days, a thousand kicks.

Monkeys man, all too human apes, naked, innocent, worth of shame
Of the skin and bone exposed to the eaters & mothers of the tame
No war in the future, all battles of the past gave peace a low dive
To be or not to be, shakin’ a spear & arrow, the question, survive?

Ilk of the continental shelves, fathers and mothers of everyone too
Nuns and priests, holy and evil livers of the life, we’re kinda Blue
But so what? Who really cares about you? Everybody’s selfie Id
I care, you care and that’s about it, all she wrote, horn blows It.

More than the known, there’s the wisdom of the holy Grail’s dust
Ashes of the myriad of aunts and uncles who preceded H2O rust
Gas turns liquid and solid, you see what I mean, you don’t allow it
Out of chaos’ control, Nothing rules this zero gravity’s play/skit.

Repeat ad infinitum or don’t, free will, power of the winning cost
Paid flyin’ balloons to soar above & below the winds of Times lost
Brilliant to be dull as a broken-arrow’s point, jagged diamond skies
To pierce the skin & bone, to the heart, backbone or between eyes.

Johnny Allen Hendrix ’42-’70 in or out of the fire, hot wax Fear
Strummed strings out to infinity, broken DNA in the LSD’s minion
In woods of Woodstock or cold Renton ground before ol’ Mt. Rainier
Inner being, Christian riff raff remain the same, fear getting’ sin.

I did wrap this all up in a purple haze’s vision of a kissed black sky
Never wanted the 40 acres & the mule, stuffed it on me, my oh my
Minced meat, just anime skin, muscle & bone marrow, life gits dead
Starve and/or dehydrate, essential corpus dialectic, yo’ mama said.

Fun and games without rules anybody ever follows, except for you
If six was either nine or ninety-six, the sun would refuse to shine
Hippies and yuppies with their grandchildren blinded by a black bow
Lucky and in line to get what’s comin’ to you, your dig is an A-hole.

Foul balls between strikes and homers, what it’s all about, It ends
All over, what it is then, the past is what was, future pick sends
Livin’ life the way I choose, out of jail, outta prison, out the joint
Old in my own way, partner’s happy, I’m happy, what’s the point?

Voodoo children worked the magic spells with the cosmic dusty pies
Nothing magic yields nothing material, atoms are kin to stars’ lies
Lethal holy holes to the core & up yonder to the tip top of bean hill
Full of it, cried about it, voodoo, my elixir mixer, god’s acid’s pill.

Cool as the airs frozen ice crystals assaulting planets down yonder
Somewhere close but far away, unseen, undercover, still I wonder
Of somewhere over the rainbow, where something doesn’t smell me
To heat me up more than 98 degrees is The Way, food’s dead, see?
 

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rjjstephan, i

c. Mardi, February VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted & produced on #PainlessTattoo out of nowhere while jammin’ to #VooDooChile by @JimiHendrix link @ https://youtu.be/DLGl8Oc484Q }

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W.W.A.R.D?

#HotFunTimesInTheCity #Stones #Springsteen #MO #PerhapsPerhaps @Botacelli @Lizzo @Beyonce @SuperBowlLVII @CAKE & @Springsteen

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SEE BLINDFOLDED, garbage DREAMS OF THE #WOKE

Blind fear of nothing at all, neither particular nor in general, I, an Omnipresent, blinded eyeball

I might be already gone from the surface of the planet, it’s possible I’ve been alive before y’all

Shadow curtains getting ready to close the finale, there will be no encore, this is all there is guys

Hair upon your head don’t matter, shaved clean, it’s not My Thing, no-refund #JudyInDisguise.

At One third eye in the middle of the human forehead, inside the skulls & bones of Earth’s Lifers

Gods do not comprehend the filter’s job, to filter the good for fuel and defecate the bad low lifers

Witches and warlocks phone into the talk show every night, on brooms or in their mom’s room

Breeding, mating to duplicate your greater grand parents’ birthrights, creator’s procreation doom.

Need fermentation to enter the pie hole frequently to imbibe the spirit of the nonsense, free will

To do whatever you please, requires will to be free yet nothing’s free, nobody’s free until in Hehl

That’s anywhere outside of this atmosphere, body, soul or spirit you don’t even know, ring my bell

Ding, dong like the school’s bell in the school yard, in the middle of the game of IT, Chicago my hill.

Moved around in the forces of the Air, served the masses and the countries citizen dependency

Upon the bravery and fortune of your mother’s labor, not your father’s lucky break at decency

Married my pregnant girlfriend that shouldn’t have spread thigh legs under a bridge way too far

All it took for me to enter the platform, the stage was set and my acting needed an Emmy, Oscar.

Although Romans, Greeks and Neanderthal primates had control then, they’re all dead, cock sure

Figuratively and literally, from the history of the past, the unwritten present & conjectured future

In one hundred years from today, hardly any of us alive right this moment will be then, we choose

Spending the serious reverence of our silence in the presence of the holy scat of Gods’ fake news.

Earth, the Wind and the Fire we get from the burning gas ball above and below the minions’ dirt

Moving until dying and being burned or buried without ceremony if you’re an orphan-virgin hurt

Babies come and go, some before and some after their Time in Space, nothing matters as much

As the secret will be unspoken to morons and idiots who don’t know they are, all human touch.

Ennui of your inner self and your building log cabins and rock-cement skyscrapers of plastic scat

Bent into forms of circles, squares, triangles, pyramids, cubes & mutations survivors who shat

Upon the dreams, the projections of strangers who guessed and were wrong about the Holy eye

You’ve got it if you’re reading this, you can’t have it if you ain’t got what it takes to kiss the sky.

Literally and figuratively, you cannot be the pretender who is all too human, peanut in a shell

One of the many stepped upon the bar room’s wooden floor, all the deadwood from the dell

Farmers and ranchers gave us the luck to make a buck, gleaned the existence of ancestor ice

Formed the power, the knowledge and the wisdom, survival of the fittest, no mercy, no dice.

Rolled with the punch, it was a knockout I didn’t see comin’ in for the beginning of the ends

One of the many that come and go, some with ceremony & most without, just a crossed heart

A one-liner, crisscross symbol that you cannot look at since it’s invisible, hock of pigs offends

Compare your fractions of an imaginary One, break it up more or less than mama’s birth phart.

I shot you fatally in the dark, but I didn’t know my .44 was loaded, Doc told me I was good to go

I saw, I went and I got what I saw but I didn’t intend to leave the slippery slime of my bad blow

Began the end, conceived the last human on Earth without ever going to the super bowl of feet

Football or Rugby or just Touch, I did them, I played, I sat on benches, I hurt in practice’s sheet.

From Lincoln Park or the Harlem-Irving Plaza drive-in movie, parked my roadrunner on a grave

Went around a corner way too fast, spun out the steering into a spiral of dizzy scenes, the rave

Last party I got, had a good time and a bad time with a close up for the TV crew’s stalking shots

Wavelengths of digital forms, frequency notion that the unreal is Real when it ain’t, got the hots?

Know this, nothing can be known about anything, literally the Truth to know about, fact of Life

My daddy told me something like this, he didn’t put it into these words, I am though, tell a wife

Maybe your own or someone else’s but the Truth Be Told to all of them, the ‘xx’ chromosomes

Doves flyin’ around the Truth to be told to all of them, people just BBQ’s and ate them bones.

Did this dedication to the dead and gone have any effect on the minions who rule the ruse?

Probably not yet I gave it a hot shot, in the dark but I’m an expert marksman, Karl Marx blues

I’ve got some bad news for you that I’ve just received from the beautiful balloon that shames

Pink and blue, Homer and Stuie Simpson feel of the ground is a cartoon, imagine kids’ games.

Chinese checkers well-played in Space above and below Earth’s dirty, atmospheric splendor

Penal colony punishing the good, the bad & the beautifully ugly, just a tool to get more odor

Foul as discharged ejections from holy and empty forms, loving and hating all that ever was

From day One to the Last night, everything will resume in perpetuity, the suck is all a buzz.

Honey sweet as sugar, gall bitter as a rusty nail, twice bitten to be certain it’s all this show biz

Evened it up with the conmen who had a deficit of spirit, born when nothing came, what it is

Gasping for final sucks, eyes will remain agape, jaws get kicked shut to disguise holy horrors

Thriller scaring me, do what we’ve been doin’ every day until yesterday in a pickle of whores.

Unintentional and intended by me, myself & I for nothing other than just for the Hades I shat

Stupid idiots and sheer morons backing up my scree, watch and see, they will make be scat

Hot or cold, badahafacafcare bingo on the ‘G’ balloon we blew it up in a smokey bear match

Porky the pigs and the boys who smell like the cows get together at the barn dance’s catch.

Losers won the games but we let them win since we knew we’d lose but we were all winners

Who bit the dust in the end? Every single one of us, nobody got out alive with the stoppers

On the floor or in stratospheres above the dirt, dead and way gone, I’m back to pizza you off

Supposed to be sufficient but it’s necessary for certain, keep breathing in & out, then pizza off.

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Rjjstephan, i

c. Lundi, February Vith, MMXXIIi @ 711 AMPST

{ Drafted in a windless tunnel of love, while jammin’ to @Springsteen #TunnelOfLove & HITS

on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5iO8d8m0esY & #@TheRollingStones @ (776) The Rolling Stones - Bitch - YouTube }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

LOATHING AND TREMBLING ONTO RIGOR MORTIS ad infinitum, ETC, ETC, ETC, #BornForFun

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ICED ARK STRAIT-E-JACKET SEED

Used to cry about the humble pie ‘til i put me in cracker’s dorm
With humble pie crumbs. Cake to be or not to be matter & form
Don’t blame me for the narrow way, i was lonely on the make
Lost on all back roads of the highway, a covenant arc head fake.

Flew so high and got so far away, there’s no tellin’ I’m dreamin’
I didn’t know where to land it, they said a god was a mortal sin
So, i got my small conscious soul in touch with the original buck
Ma and pa all did what they could with this natural man’s suck

When it’s over, it’s over, believe me or don’t, it'll cool your jets
I ain’t the one who saved you from Armageddon, fools’ debts
I know when iron curtains are comin’ down for a finale encores
Trials & tribulations until breakin’ bad seals to holy dam doors.

Garbage of the black and white trash piled up for rats to buy
Just the crumbs of the trailer’s trash in three stories of ‘i die’
Spread out and hover over the nonsense, beer bongs and wine
Burned brains, cadaver minds, subjective objects of a stop sign.

Everything's gonna be alright, there’s nothing else we can do
To make it through the days & nights to bitter ends of eggs, bro
Fertilized and gestated right into a coffin, a casket of skin & bone
All there ever was and will be, same day, same scat, we’re all alone.

As above in deeper neon space outside a milky way, gods roam laid
Everywhere always, every momentary breath you take, move made
Inside mother’s womb or ordered to ‘go to your room’ as if it’s bad
Lucky to have loved, just to see what it’s like when god dies, sad.

Mama & pa would've been so proud to have been the Origin's spawn
Spewed offspring with reason, rationale of a philosophers’ dawn
I blame nobody, noone for any thought i have escape my mouth
What my pops said, to shut my pie hole down, embarrassed south.

Ran off to Texas, saw Davey Crockett’s last Alamo stand blast
Triggered recollection of getting’ wound alas, lead's steel, funkiness
Champion of getting’ out alive at the end, good, bad & ugly
You know the last word's gotta be a final curtain, gasp, it's funky!

by

rjjstephan, i
c. Dimanche, February Vth, MMXXIII @ 311 AMPST
{ Jammed out with @VanMorrison #SometimesWeCry link @ https://youtu.be/LqkrGPEdt34 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?