BROAD STROKES & DISSOLUTION OF ALL SOLUTIONS @TheCARS #BodyLikeABackRoad

BACKROAD TIME TO ROLL, 1, 2, 3 RTE 666's tux-tox

Hunger for the things themselves just because you cried outside the womb, suckled your driving head
Punks dreamed of the day they died, they were immortals pretending to be a mortal soul of living dead
Whom I used to be, you used to be, we all used to be, nobody's exempt, all rules apply to The Ticktock
Kisses the sky and the foundation between the empty center and the smoke and mirrors of a Tea-Toke.

Cleared the runway for the landing, a full-speed ahead flying object without a gravitational collapse
Moves point A to B forever without an ending, no finale or curtain call, Space's Time is all relapse
Singer and actor need the set, the place to be free to move and speak as the wind blows, my liberty
To be or not to be is a question but the answer is never 'not to be', that's a clock goin' tick-rock free.

Beaten the clock and the hands both stopped on 12, the sands stopped falling within the hourglass
Indeed, it was over when it ended, everything was gone Buster, I call you names cursing your arse
Just because it's all your fault that you breathe in and out like the rest of the genome, that's the gold
Value beyond the divine bargain, you can't take it with you but you can melt it for free, mason sold.

To be One, ask One & you'll become what you've always been, a thought of your father's lust bone
Can't walk on the tightrope and blindfolded I see the impossibility of success, that's all long gone
Pumped Earth's Wind & Fire into the grooves of vinyl & data on or off line, the base of titillation
Founded upon Void props, sweet Nothings, a cornucopia of chimera dancing before annihilation.

Self-neutered by the mob’s tactics who silence enemies by red socialist pretzel logic & psychosis
Devils all imaginary foes of the imaginary gods, a mistake of perception and blind faith in bliss
As if there is a happy ending lasting for multi spins about a burning mass of neutrons, apsis doors
All about the bass, no trouble or worries, when it’s over it’s finished, no forsaken live, evil saviors.

Junk melted into liquid and vanished beyond the vision of eyesight, hindsight & foresight, bitten bass
Chewed until dissolved into the goo of the foo fighters who got in trouble with the back beat & bass
Boom boom junk in a photo-shop with moms & dads, made out & then that booty made up the hags
Freaks are normal, it’s all bottom to the top unless it’s top to the bottom, it’s all ‘bout plastic bags.

I discovered nothing at the bottom of everything, no objectivity in the subject’s predication event
Born and raised to cry about everything and run to and fro without a plan or purpose, payin’ my rent
Costs and expenses subtract from my net neutrality, I’m known to be a sensitive kind & I am afraid
Blows of my fists and some wind that whistles moving past slivers of plastic or wood that man made. 

Mentally retarded by the food, ice & water, suckled by the dirty and the rotten, gut-cleaned, fresh filet
You and I in addition to every single atom within Earth’s atmosphere will atrophy and be annihilated
Drawn & quartered, think unthinkable thoughts thoroughly through & through, then be flabbergasted
Built without a blueprint, lines scratched into cyberspace, all of it’s in my mind, all night and all day.

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Jeudi, March XXIIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @CARS #TouchAndGo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NksIQdzK6d4 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#BeGladYouAreNotGlass #WindyCityThunder #YouThinkYoureFLY LOLLYPOP

IT’S A HIT MAN, AS WE KNOW IT

As the rooster crows the cock-a-doodle-doo, I awaken from slumber still aloof of Time
Space has the things in the path I take, I go up and down, in and out of the narrow way
It is not allowed by the powers that be, you and me, to give up and die due to neglect
Of your mother and father, aunts and uncles and their distant kin, mammal and insect.

Horrific tales of the important lessons that the dead people command, most orphans
Do not do this and that or else you’re in trouble, threatening with incarceration dens
Possible end of life in a hangman’s noose, gas chamber, shock or jump off a high cliff
Keys to the function’s all inside your head not with a batman janitor or overlord stiff.

Bums and junkies won’t know or see anything coming in the wake of their dissolution
En masse at the holy mass of the congregated crew of blinded yet faithful men in Sin
Mortal, just all too humane to be divine, life moves it all, animates a whole dang thing
But what’s life but the gravity that sucks us down to Earth, on a prayer & angel wing.

I bet a sawbuck that you are in the fine print of a contract that I didn’t read at all, et al
Not only but also compound the simple matrix void in final termination of this dirt ball
With or without you and the huff and puff that blew you into a hodge podge herd mix
Fools hired for the royal family to amuse their boredom’s rock hall, a royal need, a fix.

They set ‘em up & tore ‘em down, roadies the spirit of a tour de force’s holy rock trip
Uptight and out of sight, only those who remain cool when others have lost the skip
Around the world as we all know it, not the world imagined by the fictional science
But the cosmic bubble within the void of the black hole’s singularity, you half-pints!

Pinker than a hot pink panther in a cartoon marathon, beginning & ending without a word
Silence of your teachers’ thoughts & terminology function is critical race theory steroid lord
I sweep the dust underneath the rug until the rug disappeared, then I vacuumed the shining
I’m Coates of Wax & dirty rocks’ cosmic dust from the feet of the queen & dead hero Viking.

If you identify with the majority opinion of strangers you don’t know, you’re hopelessness
As such, as you are, a conscious bag of bones but not in on the cosmic gag on the hapless
Not you or me or anyone any of us know can survive the body’s life ending, yet I get it all
Handpicked Holes for noble remains awaiting final judgement’s #Rising, come on up, y’all!

Over easy or hard to get, eggs or paradise lost, creator created not the creation’s breach
It is the obligation of a creator to be responsible for the creation, if no creator, no leach
Nothing’s to worship like the sunshine of a random star we’ve evolved from atomically
No soul shining in or out of the joints, Nirvana and Hades are a myth of fear, mentally.

Found yourself afraid yet at the top of the tidewaters, in fear and loathing of your father
Behind you he said, then he pushed you ahead on your own, just you & the thrill bastard
Hunting to haunt others for the rest of my born days, I’m the monster in the dark parlor
Be very afraid that the fear might choke you, artificially intelligent as your Ma & a father.

It could have been one of the many boyfriends who may resemble sin retrospect, all elves
Blind and hard of hearing of any sound, only can feel the vibrations of the things themselves
The world as I know it has nothing to do with your world as you know it, all my compendium
Whatever unknown makes a hit, this is that, albeit tough enough to join the material scrum.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, March XXIInd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST
{ Kicked you in the head, it’s what the mule does when necessary, sometimes you must put it in the hand of the @GovernmentMule & jam on link @ https://youtu.be/6BuGF7_86PY }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#NOGOODNOHOW @Armstrong_GettyRadio @650KSTEAM #CircusSquirtsFromGods

WE CALLED HER TROUBLE, DOWN PAT

American idiots begetting morons, school of screwy students of love & hate
Being the actors on the stage of black days of the white knights’ lighted fate
Sun allows snow only when it’s not melting cold ice sufficiently as necessary
To be or not to be here and now is not really any question at all, need a fairy.

A Tinkerbell blowin’ in and out of the infinite cave of fecal matter pork chops
Amazed that the species of naked apes has survived the catastrophic, pig cops
Why cast aspersions at #FritzTheCat characters who trick the big dog in town
Because I can, I do everything perfectly well, necessarily sufficient job blown.

Time is over when it’s over, a genius knows what an idiot also realizes, we die
Before we’re ready for most of us, it’s a holy rap shoot every day & we can fly
Got books of words which used to be writing scribbles & icons on a cave wall
Somewhere underwater, inaccessible lies to human’s eyes, Spring up to Fall.

Hills rise only to the perception of a deception, really reality is surreal smoke
It dissipates eventually as if it was never anywhere at all, over here nor there
Egg-head think-tank of swarm, formlessness in flagella frenzy, #HubAndSpoke
You can get what you need after we’re trained by enculturation’s gummy bear.

Fear nothing with a conceptual analysis risk, only torture hurts the life’s love
Of the mammals and plants surviving the wobble & spin of the planet’s orbit
In a finite way, Infinite is the God of the universe, it’s below as above the ring
No database in any form of cyber intelligence may compute reason for being.

What is the human or the other living things reproducing their DNA? Germs?
In a kind, petri dish of life, animated without apparent reason or rhyme, aloof
Branded with a tattoo’s ink or the heated iron burn on the hind end of A Herd
All free and equal, liberty of a republican democracy, little birdie is all I heard.

Justice is still a ham sandwich, but the ham & swish cheese evolved into spam
Behind me is where the line begins, I’m next to be tested, gods like green ham
Pretending lies are the chit, smart to cover your trail, ridin’ dirty smiles, oh son
I know you’re your mama’s programming exhibited your world as she knew it.

Pouring yo’ memories into an empty dumpster where useless white trash goes
Incredible that you listen to your formations in the dark cave, OMG God blows
Pushed into a narrow gangway with no exit & only one way to go, rockin’ bands
Don’t wanna get us down, underground yet I’ve no choice, it’s out of two hands.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, March XXI, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0700 AMPST
{ Blasted this albatross out of the Void while jammin’ to @SteelyDan link @ https://youtu.be/AMVBImMb7xQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?