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FEAR & LOATHING, DEEP IN THE SHALLOWS

Suspend your judgement now that you’ve been trained to avoid accidental pot shots
You’re in charge of being fabulous all night & all day, that was all she wrote, stiff worms
A note on the back of a piece of Scott’s T.P., I think it was wet with dry tears, got shots
Simple mind workin’ out the algebra alogrhythm & geometric formulas for angle forms.

Bedroom, kitchen, dining and living rooms all empty of furniture & clothes, closets out
Of starlit walks in moonlight makin’ you feel like you were a queen’s hot, cosmic dust
It was an act of free will to take a bite of the apple, wisdom is hard to resist, I know it
It’s never now because of what happened way back when, before we were born in chit.

Filled to the bottom of the top where you cannot go any further, you make it or break it
Since infancy’s total dependency passed, I’ve devoured the mud, blood & drunk beer
I cared until it got careless for all of the others to care about me, I was a broken heart
Not because of Love but due to a collision in the empty Void, the end is a jump start.

Brought the wonder into the world’s bizarre flipping and wobble in an infinite ecliptic
Forever upside down when you look at it right side up, mirror image of stupid schtick
Johnny came lately when Dick & Jane went into their weekend frenzy, Dick pulled out
Jane found eyes wide opened when an imaginary form, muscled bone made her shout.

Tears fell down from your shoulder, down your back to the floor, met energy & matter
Fear of nobody and nothing except the fear itself, moving without reason or rhyme
Just a foreboding forbidding the home of the brave from protecting the distressed kid
Poor king and queen, poor leader of the cigarette packs, smoked to death, God forbid.

At the end of the brooks & streams, there’s a waterfall into a raging river of hard times
Before your parents & guardians turn you out to burn, before it’s too late, just breathe
Depending on whether you’ve spent your Time & Money by the End, your limit’s done
You’ll find the open door to enter, can’t turn back because the whole shebang’s gone.

In the dark without incandescent filaments burning the dream from end to bitter end
Words are rough to say & impossible to grasp without being a burden to your lovin’ kin
Back to the front of the class where you couldn’t pull the girls hair to get some action
Why man, you could do the crazy things at six, seven and eight dressed to the nines?

Danced on and off the stage until the feet’s couldn’t move no more, so to speak to you
Hormones helped but that’s only a word for a Spirit that moves the stone’s junk around
Dreams come true the moment they end, it’s the only way the ball bounces, up & down
Game, rules, honesty, gullibility and I mix it up into a hodge-podge of the CoVid19 FLU.

All stars don’t have training to be the natural born energy of the powers that be, Fire Up
Can’t fight fire with hot fire, all of the gas that feeds the flame must be fully choked up
A middle path always is the only way to go, left or right over too far trips you off the cliff
Start to go & there’s no stopping until the finale, waiting for the signal to blink, I’m stiff.

Now then, over the border, down on the border we got hoarders gobbling liberty in too
Leaving the dream out of control, letting the monsters enter from failures to launch it
All the good, all of the ugly mix it up and turn out the things that live in evil, cess pools
Penitentiary prisoners getting out of jail free, I erased the terror, holy innocence rules.

Rowboats, jet planes & trains still move when cars & trucks can’t move with H2O gas
Creation exists to destroy, it’s yin & yang of Nothing, froze snow H2O, dripped too fast
Fish die, animals on land & in the air, then die, extinction synchronized a bulge of zero
Fiction, begins & ends, you knew, you didn’t believe it, this is it, The End, I am the hero.
by
r j j stephan, i 
c Mardi, Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Freaked out the gods while jammin’ to @LittleRiverBand greatest hits on youTube @  https://youtu.be/uUxT9c5TgPE?si=qZJ5ii507wBBy6XQ & @WarTheBand #HITS @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=QU0xUjSJsJb5Kn0n  }

F I N I S

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

#JustTooBusyBeingFabulous #PretendYouKnowItAll #NeverMind LOL infinitely! #BlowYoTop @ZZTop

SIGNALS IN THE PITCH BLACKNESS, INVISIBLE & SILENT

Fortune’s blind luck combined with my imagination to produce the cosign to go forth
In the same condition you were before your conception, there’s no god of the fake birth
Nothing to carry from point A to point B, no mythological miracle transpiring ‘round it
Utterly innocent of every cause of every effect, whether I’ve a hand in it or not, I’m lit.

Started planting seeds in the country, drinkin’ wine & smokin’ pine in the moonlight
For me & my sanity, I was so happy bein’ back in the world, after two tours of duty chit
Kind to everyone who deserved it, not so much to the jokers who want to be fabulous
Like all of the rest of the losers who restart the engine ad infinitum, it’s cosmic dust.

In and out of the dream that looks like there’s a reason to call it reality, a rolling stone
Upward or downward, hot or cold, soft or hard, it’s all here, now & it’ll all be gone then
Unborn, knee-high to a man, girl or bad boy, Philadelphia freedom boys, all too human
Treasure underground or spread in dirt-mud, blood & olden homes, Tao control ZaZen.

On a boulevard or the avenue, counting on the crows to leave no crumbs for the vermin
On schedule when the big animals who run the show go to sleep, young ones all begin
To sneak out of the windows when the old elders are dead asleep from the hard labor
Brothers and sisters of our mothers and fathers were our aunts and uncles of culture.

Certain death to play beat the clock around all four of the corners on your cell block
Yet, somebody needs to take responsibility for the error or the almighty deity’s cock
Unless we’re all descendants of aliens from either another planet or solar system spin
In rivers, streams & brooks down into our wells, we measure the golden gods we win.

Alien conquerors will burn every bit of the culture’s recollection of too human wisdom
When we’re young, days turn to nights until we get old & the lights dim at a god’s whim
Leaving every cause and every effect you’ve ever experienced in the barristers, in love
With the fifteen percent plus expenses and divine allowance for tax levies from above.

You’ve completed the mission that you weren’t briefed on before your beginning Ends
Like a dream would be if you try to recall what happened during your over-under bends
On the road ‘tween here & there, there’s no One-Way signs, it’s a freeway of exit ramps
From immaturity to senility there’s some interest in between those parallel-line amps.

Words go subjected to predication of people, places & sweet nothings themselves
Not for any trivial reason at all, making predictions out of sentences of G-strings
Lit up the leaves for the sake of the smoke signal to the cerebral cortex, it’s aliens
Like invisible elves who leave the wisdom to apply to the survival of mortality sins.

This is a trip, dig this scat, yesterday I thought that I was as immortal as an azure sky
Today I have found the chink in my armor and it’s nothing but a chunk of Fake News
Devils have lived, that’s why they're beyond good & evil, beyond hope & prayers to Ra
Sun and moon, planets and the constellations of stars throughout the live Void-drama.

Whether you’ve been reproduced via love or a rushed mistake in the heat of a night
It don’t matter in that regard, ‘cause just to arrive on Earth is alright, alright, alright
Future is bright until our last gasp of breath, leaving the rest of the gas behind doors
Packed bags won’t matter, Nothing to carry & Nobody to GAF about us divine whores.

Sirens screaming for my signal to release the hounds from the Trojan Horse fist fight
Nobody will get out alive other than me & the apostles, disciples of the trifecta sight
Happy idiot that struggled for a legal tender, gold & silver, platinum-plastic pretender
Gotta go bye bye and there’s one last thing I’ve got to do before I leave, “I surrender!”

To the Beautiful among the riff raff that requires the plus & minus of the inequality sin
Full of the Left and just short of a full deck of 52, you won’t win the game on #Carson
Being in the chair, introducing the knowns and the unknowns, all to come & go, on/off
It’s the remote button that controls the holy and the wasted refuse of the gods’ cough.

Drilled into your skull through your ears and signed language, seen to mean arguments
Formulations of the ideas & thoughts that hold your attention, focus on the fun & pain
When it’s all gone, you’re all alone and even I fade to black, fade far, so far away too
Can’t deposit anything that’s left, since I gave it all to you to keep safe from wolf brew.

You know when you hear the backbeat and rhythm of the rhyme, you’re in the groove G
From Louisiana to Montana, my bones got it there & in ‘tween the blue jeaned legs, see
Mirror lost the reflection when I broke it into a thousand pieces of glass chips, all over
Place in Space where nobody ventures & nothing’s ever gained, where I am, Yo, lover!

Listen here, one-stop shop, makes your cherry pop, really hits the spot like sugar cane
Honey, just drop wine down, gets two getting’ ready to Tango, girls drivin’ boys insane
You’re both at one as you were before conception, as an egg & sperm of mama’s womb
It’s no secret that you’re in the middle of nowhere without a clue on the way to a tomb.

Paid in full, fool got fooled by the fools, kept the tally of the figures, IOU nothing, UOME
Until I take up room in Space, you owe the bail’s bond of your bail from Attica, you see?
You broke rules, you’re being punished, it’s both retribution and behavior modification
So you don’t do the same thing again, a shock to a rat, now then, it’s The Chair, my son!

You & I & the dead who came before us all ask why, wherefore, can’t get the holy name
Prayed on knees, lying down, standing up, on beads or silently in my head, it’s so lame

 Gangs of adults acting the fool, human siblings who tell mama we woke up with wood
Fast forward the rest of the whole shebang, left today so far, go, go, go right, I am dead.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIst MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Crashed this gem out while jammin’ to @Christina_Aguilera #Maria & hits link @ https://youtu.be/gijlzwc3NRM }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?