JUST PRESS PLAY TO CLASH
ssssssssssssssssssOssssssssssssssssssDropped a pin on a map of your 50 states of being here and now, here’s all I got to show for it
Pings and pongs goin’ back & forth without any purpose other than going to be hit, to and fro
Within the parallel lines and rectangular spaces between the empty out of bounds bull’s s#it
Apes in trees’ houses, cave mountains, chopped up pick-up sticks & rocks formed into a blow.
Punks & full-fledged genii who watch the way the balls bounce and throw ‘em down in a hole
Inches and kilometers matter as much as the space between the atoms that move unmoved
Stone cold or pistol barrel hot, I know the ends and the fools tryin’ to get them in a contract
Made to be dissolved like the sugar in your water, still sweet yet invisible to the yet undead.
Pitbulls & Collies on either side of the spectrum, to watch and protect your spirit’s high heels
Spike up another inch or two so you look taller than sweet home Alabama red, Georgia peach
Now the Daisy Dukes get to my vision’s eyesight getting’ blinded by the Tequilla clear jiggers
Alright on the left, there’s fire in the hole, duck & cover, hit the dirt, yo’ arse is grass, buggers!
Burnt to freeze dry and a shattering of atoms into electrons, neutrons & mother’s proton Man
It’s a code of acid, another miracle of evolved mud, blood & beer from the ranch & farm sand
I know, we know what nobody Is, God’s wide open vacuum of elemental magic, a phart-ch
Gas sags the empty space, warps time into infinity from you mama’s womb, bullseye, #DART.
What’s your 20? Gimme your latitude, drop a pin on a map, need your longitude attitude too
Drunk all the tequila last night, all I got left is the JD Black, well at least ¾’s not watered down
Had to hide that slack from my girl, sisters, mothers, lady friends, wives, grandmas got it blue
Living and waiting for the prince or the pauper can be so time consuming, you know it’s true.
I shook and rattled the cage until the walls came tumbling down to the higher ground below it
Temptations to rest and recuperate while sunbathing in the blown atoms millions, tons of s#it
Pumping the beginning of it all to the bitter ends that nothing can recuperate, it’s coffin or fire
Buried below the down home pretty ones so the babies don’t know where the daddies are at.
Baked the cookies in that hot oven, it’ll all come out in nine months, babies get the bad penny
From the brothers and nephews of the bums and junkies who reproduced the roaring twenty
With the maniac 2020’s from one to nine, Man broke through scant atmospheric scat to Rome
Passed the germs out into the pristine and empty, all that’s #GetGone brought it down home.
Find me fiddling around and twiddling my fingers in a circular jerk, like no-count hillbilly scat
Produced by the children of clueless girls who feared the mighty abused children they reared
Babies got older, cranked up the engines with mighty home-grown to speed through the dead
Living from first cry’s shout until the final peep & airless spit comin’ with a holy corpse’s FAT!
Dream over in a flash, Underground or Above The Law of Fish and Game departments of gods
Who never showed the facts of life to the minions created from rock dirt & hydrogen hotrods
Mud kicked off my combat boots, pulled on my cowboy boots to fetch some homegrown tea
California coast or inland up to the foothills and in between the models of the deep blue sea.
Paid that bill twice and I need that refund to be applied to my future tab, it’s comin’ soon too
Dropped a dime on your sisters & brothers, some of your mother & fathers I now pooh-pooh
Wise knowledge and foolish followers of the Word, philosophy and science of pop culture Ids
Comin’ to Budda or Confucius or Christian splinter groups, leading to the End, over & out kids!
Pings and pongs goin’ back & forth without any purpose other than going to be hit, to and fro
Within the parallel lines and rectangular spaces between the empty out of bounds bull’s s#it
Apes in trees’ houses, cave mountains, chopped up pick-up sticks & rocks formed into a blow.
Punks & full-fledged genii who watch the way the balls bounce and throw ‘em down in a hole
Inches and kilometers matter as much as the space between the atoms that move unmoved
Stone cold or pistol barrel hot, I know the ends and the fools tryin’ to get them in a contract
Made to be dissolved like the sugar in your water, still sweet yet invisible to the yet undead.
Pitbulls & Collies on either side of the spectrum, to watch and protect your spirit’s high heels
Spike up another inch or two so you look taller than sweet home Alabama red, Georgia peach
Now the Daisy Dukes get to my vision’s eyesight getting’ blinded by the Tequilla clear jiggers
Alright on the left, there’s fire in the hole, duck & cover, hit the dirt, yo’ arse is grass, buggers!
Burnt to freeze dry and a shattering of atoms into electrons, neutrons & mother’s proton Man
It’s a code of acid, another miracle of evolved mud, blood & beer from the ranch & farm sand
I know, we know what nobody Is, God’s wide open vacuum of elemental magic, a phart-ch
Gas sags the empty space, warps time into infinity from you mama’s womb, bullseye, #DART.
What’s your 20? Gimme your latitude, drop a pin on a map, need your longitude attitude too
Drunk all the tequila last night, all I got left is the JD Black, well at least ¾’s not watered down
Had to hide that slack from my girl, sisters, mothers, lady friends, wives, grandmas got it blue
Living and waiting for the prince or the pauper can be so time consuming, you know it’s true.
I shook and rattled the cage until the walls came tumbling down to the higher ground below it
Temptations to rest and recuperate while sunbathing in the blown atoms millions, tons of s#it
Pumping the beginning of it all to the bitter ends that nothing can recuperate, it’s coffin or fire
Buried below the down home pretty ones so the babies don’t know where the daddies are at.
Baked the cookies in that hot oven, it’ll all come out in nine months, babies get the bad penny
From the brothers and nephews of the bums and junkies who reproduced the roaring twenty
With the maniac 2020’s from one to nine, Man broke through scant atmospheric scat to Rome
Passed the germs out into the pristine and empty, all that’s #GetGone brought it down home.
Find me fiddling around and twiddling my fingers in a circular jerk, like no-count hillbilly scat
Produced by the children of clueless girls who feared the mighty abused children they reared
Babies got older, cranked up the engines with mighty home-grown to speed through the dead
Living from first cry’s shout until the final peep & airless spit comin’ with a holy corpse’s FAT!
Dream over in a flash, Underground or Above The Law of Fish and Game departments of gods
Who never showed the facts of life to the minions created from rock dirt & hydrogen hotrods
Mud kicked off my combat boots, pulled on my cowboy boots to fetch some homegrown tea
California coast or inland up to the foothills and in between the models of the deep blue sea.
Paid that bill twice and I need that refund to be applied to my future tab, it’s comin’ soon too
Dropped a dime on your sisters & brothers, some of your mother & fathers I now pooh-pooh
Wise knowledge and foolish followers of the Word, philosophy and science of pop culture Ids
Comin’ to Budda or Confucius or Christian splinter groups, leading to the End, over & out kids!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
W.W.A.R.D.?
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, April XXIXth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Inside the Outside
looking through the plexiglass while jammin’ to @TobyKeith #RIP concert link @ https://youtu.be/EHi4qAN5zeg?si=LIgtvbpQveIzUkF3
}
F I N I SW.W.A.R.D.?
