#TheMightyTemptations #GoFish #HarveyWallbangersMatter #ItCouldNotBeWorse #MAYHEM #FATMAN #DoubleBind #UnmovedMover

AS IF IT ALL MATTERED, OPINE ON  FISSION FUSION

Sorrow straight jacket of tears, weeping & gnashing of my false teeth

Honoring fake unknown fathers & dead mothers who died on two feet

Workin’ days & nights depending on whims of customer service drool

Peaceful or hectic, either way on the timeline, everything will be cool

 

Being other than the run of the mill student, I had summer school too

Actually flunked English & American Literature due to evil men’s tools

Priests and laymen of the cloth bringing the idiots into a room of fools

Bringing darkness where there used to be pure rainbow, cosmic stew.

 

No pride for the lions, they stole the cats’ familiar refrain, here Kitty!

For once in my life or maybe it was twice in somebody else’s life I see

Here and now, right in front of my naked eyes with glass lenses in hell

Thinkin’ everything through to the end, a function of failure & survival.

 

Buying time without money here in Space is impossible, buck an hour

Besides the obvious fact of life that Five will get you Ten, all in power

Until your 208 bones don’t move on Earth anymore, you eat humble pie

If and only if you’re not in a straight jacket, we all just higher to go fly.

 

Woke up to smell the roses, had to get to worm’s before early singing

Hungry to metabolize the Earth’s squirming life, runnin’ & composting

Just a bird on the bush, on the ground, on a branch of a tree, all dying

Right there in front of a God’s damned hunting cats, feed ‘em hunting.

 

Die if they don’t eat but they’re full of the grain & filler, still need to fly

Hunting is not the way of the inner self, the DNA genetic bone marrow

Filled up with punks making out with opposite triggers, dead tomorrow

Kids grown into other mean genes of the matrix, time to stop the cry.

 

To live and die without a reason is terrible, therefore it’s gotta be fixed

It’s not just to be or not to be, it’s out of the question, it’s all hot licked

Junkies of Sauce & organic compounded chemistry, high ‘til Dey dies

Presume the best is the worst & you’ll float as cream to the top of lies.

 

I faked it once or twice to avoid the painless, suicidal suffering of Truth

Be told as if anyone else cares or wants to float above it at all, forsooth

And if I am wrong & I die before I find out THAT this was all a dream fly

Into & out of the atmosphere of God’s head, I AM above, let’s get high!

 

You gotta admit, sometimes you’ve got it & at other times, it’s caput

Got it all straight from the elders, ma, pa, tramps, gramma all toots

In my head, as if they’re still above underground, all in a Gameroom

Compartmentalized between hearts & souls, dream monsters zoom!

  

by

 r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, May XXVI, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST
#MARK #BlindedByLight

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 * Dedicated to an old friend, @MarkNason & One of my Grand Pere(s) Giuseppe (#JellyBean) Alfano #SometimesWeCry

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click on the link below for the recipe

Harvey https://youtu.be/kFuCKDy2IFwWallbanger Cake

#CantBeSoldCantBeBoughtBribedBridledOrBirdied #WARNING #WARNING

m.a.s.h. up, get down SUN

Heretofore as above, so it is below, you get exactly what you pay for, just hang down
From anywhere above the ground so that the mongrels can’t wake your inner clown
Up & down the bowling alley, in and out of the gutters on either side of the lane, son
Penetration of the barrier beyond the Space & Infinite Time, become a 4th dimension.

Inner sanctum of all jobs with work to be done before you & I die of heartlessness pain
Of nobody’s responsibility, the dream seems to be reality because if you knew, it’d rain
Clouds above and beyond the skies’ blue appearance when the water is heavy & down
In the crevices & caves to fill everything but the highest of the lowest, I king the crown.

Pouring H2O from the infinite pitcher into the goblets and mugs of the minions’ hands
When the vacuum of the void reclaims those gases & the atoms split into charm & love
As if it wouldn’t have been the case if I didn’t observe the displayed stimuli below above
It all comes down to this, if I might be so bold as to assert the beaches’ dunes of sands.

Everything happens for a reason even if you don’t know what that reason is, aw hell no
Would you believe people who lied to you your whole life?  Nothin’ in the world’s free
Nobody told me that if I didn’t work 40-60 hours every week until I die, I can’t even fly
Everywhere around this Earth, this whole world has only One finite choice, live or die.

Fumbled on the goal line for the last time, it’s sudden death & then my contract expires
End of the day, end of watchin’ points & stats stackin’ up on the sideline’s funeral pyres
All for one & one for all, at least that’s the word, it’s always Word, it’s all we got, man
It separates us from the rest of the prey of the gods, we’re in a class of hot wax in a can.

Cool old or not, nothing matters even if you think it does, you learned lessons well, swell
You can wait until the end to see what happens, blind in faith is the easy way, ring a bell
If you don’t believe in the things for the sake of feeling safe in the middle of a violent ace
It’s all mine, all yours, it’s all of us in the bag, it’s all ours, every bit, unholy empty space.

You’ve got to wanna come along with me, no draggin’ you into the stroke, now git git
On your own, it’s got nothin’ to do with me other than I’ll be there in a New York minute
Just whistle, pucker up and blow, I’ll hear you, I don’t know how, it’s an infinite fit trip
Monkeys poked around until they guessed half of the mystery right but they aped it.

All wrong and backwards, upside down & inside-out, it’s completely fit for a scat pit
Nothing personal but the responsibility is yours, it’s an existential certainty, piece of It
Puzzle pieces scrambled in order of straight lines and curved-cuts of a steel sling-blade
All is right and nothing is left, it’s in the open behind closed doors, to black light, I fade…

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi May XXIVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 4:44 PMPST

{ #AintNothinFree @BigSmo crackin’ some joints, sippin’ shine link @ https://youtu.be/Lpink7LcufY }

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