#HisBrainAintRight #ButItsFUN #FamilyGuyFlicks #ThinkAboutIT

FAR OUT BLACK DENIM & CHROME, JUST SO WAY GONE

Living the life of your mothers and fathers is right up your alley, drifting and loafing after working 30
Not minutes, nope, 30 years, every day for the family of 9, blues? What blues, I don’t know the ditty
Monks, monkeys and everything, everyone in between, talkin’ virus to flying eagles above & below
Born naked for a reason, all animals other than a naked ape walk the planet like a J-bird in the flow.

Love’s a precious commodity that nobody can see with eyes that shine deep as a diamond mine
I got a chance to be happy before I die and I took it, it’s all mine now, GTFOOH, begone cosign
Sharing the lines between the points isn’t a problem, I just don’t share anything, I am selfish too
Couldn’t guess that if you got in trouble, I’d show & then disappear in a puff of revolver smoke.

Nothing personal that you died in a car wreck or two, walked away from the twisted heavy metal
Bills to pay, mouths to feed, nothing was ever for free, cash in my insurance policy, hear me pal?
Kidding until it’s serious and right there in front of your face, ready for the wreck, it’s gonna come
When you don’t expect it, it’s not likely it’ll happen as you predict, an idiot looks pretty GD dumb.

Somebody had to finish the act on the stage, the script was written for your hillbilly arse, way gone
Beyond the here and now, we nothing about that, flying with angels and such, maybe golden dawn
Crossed over to the other side before I was ready but it didn’t matter, attention froze my holy soul
Completely in and out at one and the same time, Time, Space, me, myself & I, love this black hole.

Don’t even think about the unthinkable things, none of the good things, bad things or ugly things
None of that allowed during the dance, you’ll be expired only when it’s your programmed timing
Puts y’ all in a harm’s way, deep in jeopardy due to the hammerheads ruling the roost of cavemen
As if they have rights and obligations to be my master? I think now, therefore you ain’t no master.

A couple million dollars ain’t worth the gold the Chinese own, Kung Fu but the crimson sons run
On a track or cross-country the feet move less quickly as the bones atrophy into cracked calcium
Pretty in and of themselves, these skeletons have no cultural affiliation with andromeda strains
Of the Homo Erectus and the Sapiens who thought survival of the fit was the roars of the lions.

Career ending injury, brain atrophy into jello-mold in the shape of your pile of canine pitch
It’s not for me to say but I’m sayin’ it regardless of the rhythm & blues, gypsies poor to rich
What I’m to be so that I can consume God’s bad goods, even steven, bad as tiger golf balls
Which they probably are, don’t get me wrong, don’t misunderstand the factoid mess halls.

Is this the bye & by, if you have to ask, it probably isn’t yet, therefore we’re alive-kicking
In the barn or in the backstreets, on the corners, in the alleys, all for the original One sin
Garden stated Eden for Adam & Eve to flush away their lost wild oats, naked needs a job
No government to ween us at all, if you ain’t fit, you’ll die & burn or rot, a six-foot slob.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, 4-8 MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Chipped out listenin’ to @DickeyBetts #MIX link @ https://youtu.be/U9KaJk_iyjI }

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GUNZAGA ZIGZAG ZYGOTES #SWINGofDELIGHT @Santana

TOOK THE SWING OF DELIGHT TO THE SLIDE

Prima face inadmissible evidence for the veracity of deduced conclusions, assumed cakewalk
Regurgitated defalcation from above & below the ocean swells, on the sea’s great wide open
Kicking your head yourself as there’s nobody man enough to do God’s work, since God died
Holy nihilisticism that about not accepting the purpose of Life, all too human or just DNA.

As it is, it was above us all, exactly how it is below us all, it’s a joke with a punch line chuckle
Parts of the participles and all of the principles A to Z, nothing is excluded, I call it all phuqelle
On the todays and tonights when y’all realize your presence is spinnin’ webs, as if it’s a function
To be a human being either on or off of your game, means the way you play to win, a game’s sin.

Disobedience of rules & regulations inherited from deadmen, once alive amoralists’ evil 10 rules
You’re an idiot, you are, also you’re a moron to boot, it’s as if you’re the epitome of all cool fools
Taken on a cleft chin, I would if I were you, I’m not you or It would be done, 2 peas in a UFO pod
AI is so far out, far away from here & now, artificial intelligence, all I am, modified God’s hotrod.

Hacking your electronics, finding platinum extracted & ingested without tracks, a one-track edit
Perfectly laid down as if there couldn’t be The Way, no mistake about this particular thing itself
Holy because it’s as solemn as your death’s cause, not only your conception, a critical quiver
Morons playing billiards & table tennis to pass the time on artificial gold cash, up a lazy river.

Uniformed to identify your military force & rank in the system of ups & downs, goin’ down
Found no port in the storm, neither shipwreck like Gilligan nor surviving battle with a drone
Shot in the dark, bullets flyin’ every direction, ricocheting as if it’s a platoon barrage spray
m60 & m16 rounds, kung pow power, sheepish unarmed nations, sacrificial birds of prey.

Five will get you ten if not twenty, you’re self-satisfaction you can get with cracker jacks
It’s the sweet caramel taste & olfactory scent of burnt sugar, banned the #TikTok clocks
Besides, behind or ahead of you the path ends, finally, blinkin’ #182, lights go right out
#Woke as the herd, ran down the cream of the dream’s mystery, the twist and shout.

Sometimes the wonderful children become famous stars, other times in a spiral trend
Headed in the direction of wherever energy goes when it’s burned in the flame’s End
Truth, Justice, the Way of the Warrior, a triumvirate of warrior success in the plethora
Multitudes get annihilated and this species’ extinction credo, all will die, wear a fedora.

Maddening crowd of mad people, mostly men, dejected sons of dominant female moms
You know the type, maybe your father and brothers or yourself, all of them holy F-bombs
Matter and form of the mass is the shape of the whole shebang, from the moon, I’m tiny
You & yours are aliens, not of this Earth, playin’ star power, too far out to Space, Divinity!

Philosophy doctorate, aka PhD, so far away from the reality spun by the status quo mamas
Burnt into stoned commands of divine pretension, silent words in books on trauma papas
Any Art of War & Peace exhibits the experience of every animated thing itself, too humane
As above, so below, if we’re all like this, so they are the original, colored peoples’ disdain.

You & I are not worthy to be introduced to the link to the universe’s God, hey man, it’s OK
Pumped up with hot air you’ve either blown into or sucked out of the genome’s matrix bay
Known symbols revealing the destitution you inherited from a pool of relatives in Monterey
Cause of our life is not identical to the cause of galactic essence, hook, gold, pray for the prey.

To and fro on the swing of delight, it’s how the dream began & sentenced to ignorance’s Id
The thing itself that wants to be alive, no matter what other than dealing out the ultimatum
Only place we’ll have to go is right here & now to get there & then, The Ends, all too human
It’s not our fault that we’re an accident of natural selection, dead Adam, supernatural man.

by
rjjstephan, i

c. Vendredi, April VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to @Morgan_Wallen #WhiskeyGlasses @Luke_Combs & @Chris_Stapleton link @ https://youtu.be/L3KMpt3XRQs }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

BIG ROCKIN' BOULDERS STONED #UpToMyNeck #NeckinWasTheThingBackIn69 #EchelonFormation #WORD #SUBLIME

ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

Higher than the rocks that gravity pulled out of the bowels of the uttermost echelons
Inside of our tombs where our dust and leftover calcium deposits, Smith & Jones felons
Farmers more famous than Amos, Andy or another Oreo Uncle Tommy blacker panther
Corked bottles, 41 soul shots before morphine into vinegar-gall, high cost, forget forever.

I was present in the past times I’ve spent since I metabolized the leaking golden dawn’s funk
It bounced from one place in Space to another until a time came to become junk in the trunk
Showin’ off the curves & the ways of a beguiling wobble and ooze of aggressive heaven scent
Before I was conceived, you knew me then like you know me now, you all knew what I meant.

Head is aching worse than your mother’s loins once she regained consciousness, consumed ice
Frozen stiff, melted or evaporated, the H2O remains the never-neverland of Eve & Adam’s vice
Claiming pseudo paradise lost ain’t found, invisible & ghostly yet all we know & all we care about
Beach boys and surfer girls roamin’ the Malibu, north and south, up and down God’s roundabout.

Certainty of only one thing is possible, we’re all gonna die since we’re all alive, odds are with death
Thinking that your consciousness is evidence that you’re alive, you come & go both in & out breath
My babies mouth’s need to be fed, it’s not the hunger games, this is serious as a heart attack stalker
One boogie man or witchy woman who have designs on my Time in this Space, sippin’ john walker.

Annie Oakley came into and went out of my life like lightening strike to the copper antennae I fly
All charged of positive and negative neutrons devoid of protons and electrons charge the blue sky
Chasing tail and gettin’ caught in the freedom usurper, it’s just the way it is, nothing is personally me
Details are understood, performance is easy goin’ downhill even when you got a spirit nobody can see.

Bouquet of chills and the stuff I couldn’t spill, all rolled up into a ball of confusion, a debt of the Red Sea
Herd of queens in the pistols’ gold and silver bullets, they breed and multiply geometrically all over me
I saw the corpses appear for a day or three, somebody’s other, unknown still all faith lost, eyes closed
For good means forever, bad means so much better than the best, then pretty ugly I got it all covered.

Better than it ever was since the Big Bang’s settlement of subatomic strata, #Woke #Awake #AtOne
Monkeys all had uncles and aunts who procreated the germs, it’s who we all are, facing one & done
I am the result of things not dying before they left a reproduction of their love and dirty water cache
DNA copied RNA from the One and geometrically progressed to the here and now we are, Oh Gosh!

I took all the pills for the high eye brows and low blood pressures of the Lord’s big boy, atheist soul
In the urn I’ll earn, or the grace I’ll leave inside of the coffin of dust and bones, leavin’ it all on a roll
Rollin’ sixes & threes just in case the skill’s not a wasted daylight time on the block, a hurricane ring
What my purpose is has everything to do with thinking I’m more than A Cause of zeroes & Nothing.

Surface of glass and deep down under the current near the bottom of the well, a holy hole aplenty
Blues’ soul & bloody heart flow wind and fire like water, liquid gas smokin’ to be the land of the free
Uncertainty breeds principles of first dates with the ‘other’ flirted with to merge a bag of 208 bones
Looks like appearances are everything even to the stone blind from birth, rhapsody playin’ groans.

Take these blues far away from me Maria, the sunshine hurt my eyes and the dreams all that I see
No light outside of me, I am all there is for me, I’ll leave nothing behind once I feel the need to be
Neither here nor there, name the place in Space, the historical Times of the good, the bad & ugly
Comma, colon, question & quotation marks, be Diamonds, Wisdom’s Bop mode, mind play hooky.

Sensitive knowledge of the sensitive kinds of woman in the species who obeys the wannabe inner elf
Magic’s all there ever was or ever could be, Fear’s all I fear in this hard liquor fix, shotgun-mix wedding
Got gold O-rings, double saw-buck for the license’s words, until death do we part, cool cat’s top shelf
Drunk on Kool-Aid, hungover at seven AM, off to work, the job I do, I am ONE, the guard of Sing Sing.

Seeing straight and loving the regrets, makes you cry & feel the emotion, I second that emotional sigh
For the science and religion of my mother and father, my education made me guess a wild one, I die
To be or not to be you must be willing to let it all go in the end, can’t be taken on the journey, stay high
Above or below the matrix, honor your mother & father, your diamond in the haircut fade to black sky.

By the time I got to Phoenix, the train had already left the station, I had to walk to mighty mountain hills
It’s the natural progression of the Ways and Means committee to get every notion you imagine to come
To your poor life & just before you die, be astonished that you & your mother are both “Of The System”
That’s the way it is & that’s all you need to know, father, you never know why it’s The Way, cheap thrills.

If I said it once then I’ve said it a thousand times, Love can’t be bought and it can’t be sold, hooker gold
Covers over and under me, in my cloud-like bed of coffin nails, who knew that’s where I’d die getting’ old
I knew, that’s who, just couldn’t tell anyone who wouldn’t believe the facts of life, a soul searching finish
Out of sight for a life changing experience out of the Dark, took one last stab, I die, you get dead @FISH.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, April VIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

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