What Would Man Do? All about the #VooDoo #HooDoo #SuckItDown

GOD HAD TO COPY THIS DNA MUTATION OF THE GENOME

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I got nobody to blame but ME, ‘our’ species’ specific form around a framed old man & a sea
Beasts of girls and boys created from scratch, the spirit & matter of the angel down below
Here and there no matter where you & I go, it’s always right here & now, over the rainbow
Moms have the babies who will never have their own, the code of inheritance ceases to be.

Wine of crushed grapes, sweet & sour depending on the vinegar infusion of dead fruit seeds
Apples, grapes, cherries, pears, peaches, apricots, bananas & the rest of the garden of schemes
Eagles flew me in & they will fly me out, turned into an ape for the duration, it won’t go away
Acting like I need what I can’t have when all it is can be nothing more than a dream in a dream.

Inside of the ennui within your conscious awareness, your true self is disguised as a demi-god

Which you never were & aren’t right now, maybe someday when you grow the angel’s wings

Not, maybe if you’ll just fade away like you were never here, nobody will care at all, dead songs
Slippin’ into darkness after your heart ceases to beat the idiot & moron drums of stoked bongs.

Hard or soft, nothing is forever, which is neither here nor there, it’s nowhere hard nor very soft
Invisible to the naked eyes you & I hold within our heads, yet still a force to be reckoned with too
Like the day after you’re dead, this Earth will still rock, roll & orbit about a dying white dwarf star
All your ancestors & descendants will be aware & know intimately, gods all have gone way too far.

Earth, wind, fire and the dead beat fathers of the loose-lipped mothers who sunk the ships fleet
One torpedo and a score of pom-pom guns opening the holes up inside of the thing itself, repeat
Ad infinitum, over and over again just like a never-ending story except, it’s the same old tune, so
You knew once & forgot, can’t recollect the symbol to power up the machine, whistle tweet blow!

Funky junk no longer needed or used by the things both dead & alive, all things are wrong things
Misleading us all to the erroneous conclusion that we’re the promised people in a promise land
See what I’m sayin’ may not be true and it might be false, either way it’s all I have, all three rings
Circus act-clowns both sad & happy, made up to disguise being all too human, here we are Man.

It is all about the birds and the bees, to be or not to be, much ado about the invisible unknown
Be here & now, knowing we won’t be forever, live for today like it’s your last before the morrow
Highlighted in yellow & shaded in gold shadows, a standard bearing the actual security maximum
Now fade away back into deadwood work, players played, got bumped by a loaded.44 magnum.

Winning is what happens to the losers when they die, no more losing for them forever, hijack pride
Not that anyone cares, nobody actually does care about the things that nothing can be done about
Of the mice and men who ever cared about anything but ME, I don’t care about any of them, I lied
I said I cared but I didn’t care one bit, always here, always now, it’s my kind, all my chicken is fried!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June 15th 2023 Anno Domini @ 0630 AMPST

{ Smacked out the park while jammin’ to the @Beastieboys link @ https://youtu.be/pYoN9OraOWM }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.

#RideABike #GroundHogDay #TrumpDump #SCUDmissilissimo #BICYCLE

WE GOT YOU, NO WE DON’T

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I have a hard T-bone of contention & it’s needing to stroke the joke, you’re in or you’re out
Fine lines ‘tween the words, phrases, sentences, paragraphs, chapters and volumes of scat

Leftovers that nobody could eat, nobody wanted to eat, nobody died from & love’s leftover
Sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths & fractions thereof, it’s a matter of species’ extinction lore.

Someone evolved the theory of what happened before the Soul entered the Body god bust

It wasn’t me but I can assume the worst, you are either brain damaged or you’re a moron

Rain barrel stilletto bangin’ it rusty but you don’t realize it, dipstick survived extinction’s Six

Just in case your love in this world turns to dust, just recall we’re all turnin’ to fairies’ dust.

 
Hilltops and bottomless pits of our terrestrial stage, nothing is above, nothing is below us all

Look up at the sky before you die, unless you’re blind, deaf & dumbfounded by the high light

Ultraviolet to infrared and in between those frequencies of broken down wavelengths’ pall

Bearing everything inadvertently around my neck, inside of my DNA, fightin’ for the right.

Shut your dog’s bark down or you’ll get the dog catcher syndrome down your smokin’ pipe

Yeah, you know you hide inside underneath your inner blanket that covers your naked tripe

Brains to metatarsals, the species pulled off the escape from the inevitable result, murder
She wrote about it, I read about it, now you know about it, Space married my dirty mother.

If this was a movie, it could be a rerun or it might be a premier of the Pulitzer Prize of bread

Thousands of Benjamins for us all, the taxwoman is in charge of the falling short on a thread

Off to debtors prison, hand over the keys to your hut, your car & fake news on the AM radio
Punks used to be innocent babies, ruined by brothers who suck and all big sisters who blow.

Attraction to the roller coaster going up, down, darting left & right, jerking the bones around

After the ride, the world is still the same but the innards of the thing that’s me, hit the ground

Walking or running can’t be chosen, we’ve got to crawl on the belly, like a rattlesnake can go
Gotta whistle while you work, slither ahead, shed your skin, mustachioed lips together & blow.

You don’t want to die, right? Is death even on your radar in California? Or Florida or Maine?
I didn’t think so, so, I think, therefore I am, it’s a french thing from centuries ago, oh the pain
Substance and the forms it takes is all there is, this is reality, plane of existence, all too human
Opposite of what’s happening happens sometimes, it’s a fluid swing of Hard liquor, shots Man!

All good gods blow & bad gods row, row, row the the boat gently or briskly downstream
The Long Game is you live to about a hundred years old, that’s called my game, winning
Short game is you expire accidentally, unexpectedly just like when you’re old as the dirt
Six feet of which you’ll be bound beneath, in a casket to keep filth out of your polo shirt.

Sustenance to keep the air moving in and out of your ears, helping your deaf ass expire
Perfect or not, I’ll die when I die, you will too, what can you do? Nothing, I’m all on fire
For Love, for Silence of animals & the Hum of plants, above & below you will annihilate
All you’ve known & all you’ll know down the road, It Is Life, it’s what all the people said!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, June 13th 2023 Anno Domini @ 777 AMPST
{ Jammed my memory @77SunSetStrip bled out a link @ https://youtu.be/BEtCZ0xssXQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ChandolierOverMyCommode

DOG DAUGHTER & SON, WHEN I SAY RUN, RUN FAST!

Death makes me sick, are you kiddin’ me? Gods make fun of death, we eat dead stuff, hot dude
The nature of the beast, the food required for sustenance of the humane, the canine, the brood
Domesticated to keep predators away from the fire & the cave, scavengers love an open border
They will lurk until the smell of the waste overwhelms their senses, all too human fecal matter.

Bumps in the road, for speed kills your front and rear ends, mankind will end the speed along
Going slower makes the Earth immortal when it’s actually nothing but a mortal, ready to roll
On the ecliptic among burning balls of hydrogen & other LifeFarts of Outerspace’s love song
High times at your ol’ high school, in the locker room is where all action is, teachers go wrong.

Allowing children to deal their wiggling among their parents’ empty nest, ready to go solo
Actually, not ready but nobody stays with mommy & daddy after they’re 18 except a yoyo
Meaning an insufficient DNA recombination caused an inferior copy of the original divinity
My consulate conducts espionage just like a Spy vs Spy comic strip, I’m blown, windy city.

As if you couldn’t tell that the dead don’t anywhere above or below here and now, chump!
Your fault begins once you discover the Truth and disregard It all for your former data dump
From way down under to the apex of being over the top, all there is here, all will disappear
Punks and the junkies they graduate uptown after high school, degrees of pros but no seer.

For your wide eyes only, a platform you allow to see your inner thoughts, a tweeted post-It
Worldwide spider web catches every word said & thought, all spiders love the bovine chit
When the prey struggles to remove itself from the trap, the stickiness wins, all one & done
Being in the middle of this Nothingness, Earth a mere 90 million miles away from the sun.

Hippity hoppin’ from the beginning of the race with the turtle, stay cool & calm, marry me
On the other hand, divorce me down the road before you end your quest for fish in the sea
I ain’t the one baby, probably never was if I’m not now, I’ll never be, therefore I am the free
Of you & yours, the bridge collapses when the weight you carry is more or less, my century.

Some elastic stretches the Truth beyond the limit of logic and reason, into the mythological
Blinded by black light before taking a flying leap of faith into the unknown, the bells of #Hell
Rung by hunchbacks of our lady’s church who guard the holy grail secret of the god of crazy
Ring my bell, ring a bell’s fine point, One dot within the matrix, wild card line’s always busy!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, June 12th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 555 AMPST
{ Drafted as I jammin’ to & fro with #SicknessUntoDeath by @SorenKierkegaard link @ https://youtu.be/64tsAc2ncJQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?