CORNPOP'S ANGELS & THERMOPLASTIC SHYTZKE #ElaineBenes @SeinfeldCLIPS #CANDYMAN #TheSensitiveKind

CORNPOP’S ANGELS, GADFLY OF THE GODS

Sadness in your pale faced mind’s eye, middle of your head, between bulls’ eyes
All white lighter than the darker void of color, clearly the unblocked Space of spies
Where and when the appearance disappears & nobody knows, a matter of Time
Punk rocks movin’ the musical chairs & I’m always skippin’ out, droppin’ a dime.

More or less than the Showbie doo wahs and the Dozens about yo’ gramamas hair
Bald eagle junkies not so sore anymore after the rigor mortis sets up the rollin’ stones
I’m fully loaded by essential chemicals that drive the mind to do nothing, lazy bones
Five seasons of the four points in the orbit’s devolution, Earth at the mercy of a One.

Dwarves & devils of sun broken mothers bear sons against their will, girls in short skirts
No, not willing to learn their lessons of civilization gone by, oblivious to oblivion squirts
Of the fathers’ great grandfathers & grandmothers survival skill, throwin’ a stone blow
Long jackets over them short skirts, dress & blouse or dress, dressed up, nowhere to go.

I wound up in the alley, behind the club in a coup de Ville or maybe it was hemi-charger
It doesn’t matter either way, ambiguity is thing you gotta wing, to be the love of another
Cringe low, hide deep in the dark cave until the hunger and thirst kill your verve, peace
Free choice, no choice, premature, preconception, bitten, staggered from hole to hole.

Luck has reality only in the conscious mind of inferior creations of brew & holy food
It’s just the luck of the draw, you come & you’ll go, it’s all I know, spell cripple blood
Can’t be strong & grow if you don’t stay in one place, something will snatch your soul
No choice but to seek to find those who’re kind, ain’t too late, GD lonely, straight up!

Affirmative of the negative and the neutral charges of ions, blown’ up & down the rue
Nothing is easy once you’re born on Earth, it’s a struggle to survive & the end is so blue
Sadness about the facts of life and death, entertained like no other animal animation
Thought that I am, therefore, I am, that’s indubitable without question, my mortal sin.

Symbolic points, angles of one, two or triangular squares, a circular jerk’s naked ape-scree
This is it, got the strategy of winning every game, every time I play, never lose, just quit
There and then, here and now, everywhere in the cosmic egg of this inside & outside me
Fond of you & I, as bacteria creates our souls and spirits of these things, or is this the S#it?

Crushing your crunches into a spiral of meat on a ham bone for the eaters of man-meat
An orgasm for beings not of this world, to eat man and woman, boy and girl at a barbecue
Using GO systems of up, down, left, right, forward, backward, nothing else matters to gods
Shouldn’t matter to mortal 208 bones who pretend karma has rules, I am THIS I am, ‘#Q’.

by
rjj stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 3-29-2023 Anno Domini @644 AMPST
{ Jammed to #TheLifeAcoustic #Weakness, #GrammasHand & HITS of @EVERLAST link @ https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#EatingTwinkiesWithGODS @JohnWick #JohnWick

COCOA TWINKIES’ EPIPHANY, QUEER PEA-NUTS

Left without surreal dreams while awake, it’s curtains for the stage, take a very low bow

Downstream from the falls at the end of the big river’s infinite bends, too high down low
Regardless of your behavior, you will die when your own time comes, all men & women die
Not only am I right about everyone but I’m also right about me, myself & I, y’all gonna fly.

 

Like a boss, you walk to and fro as if you have more time than the dead folks, all long gone
Immortality a plea bargain with nobody with any soul or spirit, get God back on the phone
It’s a party-line that everybody & their mother is on, except for absentee fathers who quit
Lurking at the clubs, waiting for the girls out havin’ a good time getting high on a war spirit.

 

Now then, here we are again, same place, same time, same old song to pluck and croon
To cara mia of the mind I’ve gleaned out of my parents’ three lock box, needle & spoon
For the mainline to the flat-line, I know the narrow path where nothing becomes One sun
Been there, done that, will be there again & do it again & again until I suck in all the fun.

 

Laugh or you’ll cry due to the realization that this is IT, all there is for us in the real world
Heaven and Hell mere re-imagined fantasy of the dead and gone deceived professor ilk silk
The best they have is what they’ve accepted as deception required for psycho-sanity milk
Cream risen to the top, that’s all I am, all I’ve got left, I need your clothing off, all unfurled.

 

Naked ape attitude motivates your will to power, to satiate the appetite of the gods’ thirst
For the sake of foul reason, pretend that something other than nothing’s an antitheist burst
As if there is any more Life after Earth’s existence, a panacea for Reality that we’re accidental
Look forward to dying, believing a philosopher’s stone becomes the idiot and the prison cell.

 

Extinction strikes the mating and wallowing in horror and misery of the confident among us
They may be your parents, siblings, friends, teachers, priests, preachers of a hellfire hot fuss
As if the waiting for the guy coming to save the sinners is a real story of anybody’s foot strut
Come on man! Believe the blind faith scree, you’re a man, no, you’re a woman, wait, what?

 

Abstract thought begins here, look away if you think your faith is weak, this ain’t bleak
Misinformation given the task of deceiving the gullible who await the powers we seek
Beyond repair, beyond War & Peace, in the ash of the skin & bone or boxed, in a coffin
What It is, what this is, always was & will be cannot be written, holy God’s gone fishin’.

 

Blinded by too much light flashing in my face, what I’ve seen is all I’ve got left, Nothing
Harm and it’s ultimate purpose is death and either becoming food or garden fodder scat
Without Death there is no living Life, I think that’s it, therefore that’s all that I am, I sing
Woke, awakened nucleus without being split & allowed to explode into Smithereens spat.

 

A spirit, a soul, a heart, organic chemistry and the spark that animates the form of rabbit
Jumping or dead and gone in a frying pan of bear grease and grits, either way, all bulls it
Contents unknown, a map of new terrain, direction straight ahead, no right, phuq reverse
Always turning left until the original place in Space is reached today’s tomorrow, a hearse.

 

Statement for your philosophical diatribe of a thesis plagiarizing plagiarism as I tend to do
A spade is a spade, am I right or am I wrong, I think you know that I’m absolutely correct
Massive conglomerate of atomic nuclei, that is all of it, Word is rubber hose up your nose
Antithetic to one Truth, I always lie, forget the lie then recollect morgue Truth, #TaggedToes.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 3-28-2023 Anno Domini @ 655 AMPST
{ Implication of gender stereotyping, philosophical reasoning without logic & pure honey from honey bees-that-be … while jammin’ to @GlennMiller #TheBestOf on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/MUKHd2OlFVI }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#WereOnlyHuman so, #SometimesWeCry #SometimesLoveJustAintEnough

ON WHICH THINGS POLARIZE PINHEADS & PAUPERS

Which idiot wears comfortable shoes, a racehorse gets them nailed into their hooves

Whether you’re in or out of Lincoln Park or Washington Square, it’s a soul’s grooves

This is all she wrote to me, a brief not that let me know that it was never love’s dock

Powers that be love and hate, good and evil just a random spin around the G-block.

Recollect six lives before your conception in holy wombs, occult motherless orphans

Empty your drawers now, you’ll need the room and space to roam town to township

Metropolitan or raw country boys and girls grow into the dead who bury the hatchet

Down under or out of this Earth’s Space, atmospherically pressured to #TicToc sheet.

Isolated millions of miles away from anything, neither you nor I have a free choice, so

You get what you got, Star Trek & a Million Years B.C. & everything in between blows

Of winded jobs from the ladies of the night and bad boys of the hood in the day, alas!

Grim reaper vacuums the crumbs leftover from the last suppers & champagne glasses.

Your ennui & fake interest in outcomes of your friends, foes & family, all feud en masse

Concerts too loud in audio or too soft headed in video combine & create the rock pass

Mighty mice and super boys animated in cartoons and real-life plays on living, it’s tight

Stoned junk to pump into arterial context of the matrix, it’s all bloody well right, right?

Buns in bags, old bags of bones, still upright & living in mortality’s disguise of the Thing

Itself, whatever it is, call it WORD, create a sound of your hot air blown from the kissing

Grin from the inside but fake the grimace on the outside of your skull, you go far away

Do not disturb the copacetic nature of the inherited genes, silent monks knew The Way.

It’s when you realize the nature of the beast, try to forget about it, don’t look far away

Zen tried, amnesia attempted, sleeping unconscious to Presence of Earth, Wind & Fires

Mist of the mystical smoke and mirrors, it sticks in the mud’s dripping sweat of One Day

Gods spent a wad on the spin, the wobble, gyrating shank strategy of uncontrolled sires.

Convoluted mirror to see nothing clearly, deduced the inductions, assume we wear a bib

Concluded and finalized, put to bed, put to sleep, like a tiny baby with a bottle in the crib

All you know is what you’ve been told to believe, showing you’re all so programmed too

As most soft-headed, ultraviolet human beings can see, It Is Known, Purple Haze is blue.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, March XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

( Handcrafted in enhanced, conscious deception of the nature of this beast

& this reality while listenin’ to the @Doors link @ https://youtu.be/hzM71scYw0M }

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W.W.A.R.D.?