#SheUsedToBeMyGIRL #HowdyDoody & #TheRichGirls #SchematicSkullduggery #SometimesWeCryLikeHellFrozenOver

 

DUDE, WE ALL GOTTA GO, KICK BACK & RELAX, CHICKEN LITTLE’S HOLY SCAT

Common numerator of every denominator is One, there are no exceptions to the rules of the roads
Lessons learned early during the original abandonment by the guardians, alone with the strange toads
A miraculous, holy dream of waking up in the cosmic realm of bib overalls & a meteor dent in the Earth
Hard crust with an entry wound from outer space, a random, lucky shot in the dark, it’s divine afterbirth.

Monkeys shined like nobody’s business, apes having their inherited epileptic fits of mind-game effects
On First & Final causes of the matter & energy interchange, animated, cosmic menudo love to be sex
Woman & man in the darkness or in the blaze of starlight blinding third eyesight, copy my home blows
Cheat on the exams & plagiarize the term papers for the Masters & PhDs distributed like Bazooka Joes.

Shamen dressed in feathers and nothing more nor less than skin covered bones, sick unto death, in debt
Paid I full whether the overlords like it or not, they were here before & after the Big Bang’s collapsed set
Whose soul is within your consciousness and is it’s mortality an illusion or a whole truth, nothing is shat
Naked squeeze of another 208 bones, that’s something but what’s love got to do with it, bunches O’Scat.

Of fire & water we’ve consigned from the powers that be somewhere other than here & now, I am void
Now, never, before & after the burns heal, after scars disappear with homo erectus’ collapse into android
Alive before and after your conception inside of eggs, invisible mythology aside, matter-form cat pride
Forward and backward, faking out the offenders who could not defend themselves, therefore, they died.

Of natural or unnatural causes, being saved by blind faith, myth & the absolute Truth’s computer byte
The egg came before the chicken not vice versa, sing it out loud, scream from the top of your lung fight
For more air, more oxygen and hydrogen to die for, all underwater, can’t breathe my last breath, I’m dead
Didn’t want to die, it wasn’t my idea, nature of the beast is the whole shebang, blues aren’t crimson red!

Be seen or invisible, played out the mind’s games that have hidden rules, pitfalls to die for in coffin’s satin
Bears in my lion den after the slaughter into smoke and mirrors, nothing’s too good to bury a pick & grin
At the back stage door, it unlocked by itself like magic, I heard the click, then the clock did the dirty trick
Last moments of pure mental torture fill your memory, remembering you, the egg began with a l’il Dick.

Small enough to see with a microscope or a periscope, the unmoved mover moves above and below It
Ground of being alive, hungry to consume the matter without any First Cause’s power, shaped like scat
Excalibur sharp & ready to slice & dice, in defense of the offensive killer, murderer honkies on at 11 tape
Through your birth canal, you squeeze in so you can escape before you fake death with mouth all agape.

So, this Goosy Lucy & Henny Penny have issues with the barnyard, they’ve got the Homer/Marge blues
All fear is tantamount to facilitating the rigor mortis awaiting all form of skin & bones, all I drink is booze
Hard or soft liquor to lick my wounds in a figurative way, forgetting the suffering & pain in the derrieres
Why? I don’t care. Paying dues and debts for past transgressions of all mamas their grand papas’ fears.

Prospective mates in mountains of prospects, beauties & beast’s Harley Davidson roll afoot, tattoo you
Head to foot, painted with the inside thoughts on the outside with the failures to be healthy & free blue
Close to the birds and worms they consume, fire burns the bird in supersonic flight, dead baby of bats
It’s now a battle of kickin’ fools in the private parts before my blade is pulled & pushed through guns.

If and when you are conscious, be the human in shame from the origin’s garden of Eden by the Tigris
Upon that apple tree we’ve hung our legends upon the hill, burnt offerings on the funeral pyre of Oz
Apemen and the women who bore them from the wombs of holy, good luck of right place, right time
Calculate the lovers screaming words that mean nothing but the punch lines of dirty, bad jokes of gods

They had sixth senses of humor, humorless stupidity of idiots and morons, hilafarious, no ph’qqn studs
Woke and awakened in the end, as it was in the beginning, dreamscape escape of the Great One comics
Cocked hammer, loaded mag, winning's all there is to survive The War, Sky's falling, a hot head-hit fix

Divinely terrestrial, gods created stars, planets, you, me, to be here, now, chit is some nasty click licks.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, 3-24-2023 AD ( III-XXIV, MMXXIII Anno Domini ) @ 420 AMPST
{ Full house jam to @HallAndOates 2005 #Bahamas concert link @ https://youtu.be/Uo91yAjMZiQ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

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 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?