#TrippinFools #NoRegrets #TwoFingersTequilla #Pitbull #Luke #SenioritaMargarita? #WellBeGone #MightNotGetTomorrow

DON’T HAVE TO FALL DOWN, MARGARITA'S WITH ME

Nobody here doin’ as fine as the first & last ones to breathe the dead air of Adam’s Eve
Blood flowed inside until the sanguine love hit the cold and hot air of the pretty Steve
Father of mine, WOKE me up with the rest of the 5 kids sleepin’ in the bunk beds dinks
Full houses and the royal flushes gave us what we gave them, came home with links.

Trials & tribulations comin’ out of nowhere, my friends filled other cards with dances
Never forget you only get what you give, it’s all about the retribution and recompense
In harm’s way to make you stronger for the Real Trip you’re here & now to master cool
Under full control of the will to power, mine and not anyone’s outside of my mind, fool.

Pieces of the every atom flyin’ outbound before they collapse to kick your ass back in
Where it belongs, collapsed on the holy water H2O brew, tea and animal milking in sin
Mortals doin’ the deeds, all the Karma is the fallen monkeys, out the tree & cage bars
Never in control of the intention before the case that can or can’t be, love the K-cars.

Jetsons and Flintstones have a reason to live in the state of cartoon, imaginary gods
In the vacuum, clotheslined your mother and impregnated your stepfather’s hot rods
Dead daddy, forlorn mommy all got what they gave, nothing but the momentary lapse
Of Reason’s logic in the mansion of Holy Logic & Nonsense, mind your P’s & Q’s, I raps.

Amigos either three or lost in the spatial neglect between your ears, cranial cracker
To be or to eat the living that died for our sake, dead meat to fortify the toy GI soldier
Multiplied by the division of categories of Substance, forms, shapes, essence of One
At one, in harm’s way, existence as a sole Idea, nothing more at all, alive, I’ll die, Fun!

I have One caveat & that turns into a split-in-two, a dreamer’s disease of immortality
Printed in suspended animation on 8 ½ by 11 bond papier from the petrified tree wood
Books, ink, precise copy printing the best-seller before a word got dropped out the sea
Far out there away from the continental shore drifts, dried up, wet leaf’s dried up seed.

Dropped the dime on your friends and enemies before they knew what hit them, caput
Common numerator for the uncommon denominator, neither one nor none over a zero
Sliver of a piece of woodwork slid into an epidermal layer of brick-a-Barack stink foot
Shouting out loud, silent screaming for the shock wave to come, #Woke, #Died, shoot!

In the middle of the dream, we all got lost and forgot that it was a temporary trance sin
Sentenced to the punishment for disobedience of the creator of the Cosmic Soup kin
Count to ten and then once again, ready or not here I come, daddy & mommy yelled it
A conception in the pitch black darkness, born pain out of pleasure, recycled bull S#it.

I gave it all up for you, you gave it all up for me, we’re here & now because of the climax
What happened after the happening of the Girls here, a Supreme function of ball & Jax
You always win & I always lose only because I’m waiting for the trip to end the schtick
Jesuses came & left before they dug their grave holes in the ground, dig, I’ll get to flick.

Off the charts of the broadest way through the jungle, a twilight zone of chess board
Rollin’ stones for the pawns, knights and bishops within the rooks, queens whored
Bad of evil, good of the live DNA, cold or hot, what’s not there will never be anywhere
Cremated before your parents copulated? Blinded, cancelled, aborted my Light Hair!

Brewed, distilled, pasteurized in as stoned breeze between wet rocks in a boondock
Kissed goodbye, too weak to protest the promise, if you live you’re gonna die, that’s it
Nothing more nor less than everything the world offers, absolute Nothing, deep Space
Look & see, appearance shattered devil fragments of stone, a lost forever Matrix race.

Battle is over, smoke clears and the winning winner lies down prostrated on the ground
Star dirty, famous cookies hardened to keep a superflux of rock in the lost and found
Been there where you are, all’ll be here where I am, it’ll always be weakness, brothers
Alive knowing you’re gonna die like your kinfolk & beloved others from other mothers.

Cried. Laughed at the hoax. Wait with me, here & now for the then & there, Mrs. Jones
I’m hurt but I’m better than I was the last time, mainlined the junk, screwed i-phones
Soul makin’ a Dash, can’t go without leaving a mark, memory of bein’ strapped, as I die
Hangin’ tough, lying about the Truth, Reality is dreaming you came, orgasm, I am Fly!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June VIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Fixated the Hair of the Dog on a One Trick Pony, drafted while jammin’ to #Everlast https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }

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It was six six yesterday but I got your six today! @Jim_Rome persuasion! #XplatformRockin'

CONTENTS KNOWN X IS Y CUBED

Heavy weight to carry on Earth, nearly weightless once gravity grooves the rest

Nothing remains the same when there’s chaos and order fighting rich & poors

Y’all will get over it in the old school with the mean teachers & aloof professors

All gave some & some gave it all if they could front me, I knew they did the best.

Boots and cowboy hats were for the ranch & the herding of the cows & horses

Been smack down in the middle of that & the barn dancin’ on Saturday nigh

We did what we could to stay normal, drunk-high as a kite, we ended the fights

Been around the blocks a few times, all around the world twice, Nam to Chi.

Bit up by varmints and bugs, they just needing the sweet meat of my holy feet

Been walkin’ and runnin’ wild for seven decades of mercy and words in the red

I’m in the black on the financial side of survival, couch potatoes mashed to eat

It’s a tight, solid pounding on the 16 penny nails head, framed my room & bed.

No heaven or hell in my eyes sight, insight or oversight built into the blueprint

DNA ordered RNA for the cellular nuclear fusion to eventually make you squint

Singing and moving to and fro, ridin’ in my sled for a spell out to the county line

Ready to go faster, AM radio blastin’ some Boss & ZZT, smokin’ watermelon rind.

Slowed down by the county mounty doin’ 90 in a 40, but only for a ¼ mile or so

Had the cherry tops poppin’ for mother & father to ban my driver’s license faux

Slim, slick & cool or large, Podunk or tiny, the facts of life have no full disclosure

We the people who pretend to follow a golden rule, regulation of the roar & purr.

Barking and meowing as above it happens without going down below a sleepwalk

Who is the real idiot behind the morons who get a smoking gun of cracker chalk

Hey man, you’ve nothing more than everything the planet left from the big bOng

If you don’t know that, you know nothing at all, person to person, sceptic’s song.

Prayed on knees at the age of reason, to be forgiven for some ancestors’ errors

Dead men & women can’t payback the debt, therefore the edge of night’s terrors

Haunt with spiritual, mentally in error, malfunctioning thinkers of logic & reason

To be or not to be alive is the main function, Live Free or Die in an idiotic season.

Common knowledge is uncommon wisdom, that you know you’re silence is gold

Speak at will, you’re free speech will be held against you whether you jest or not

You are always held to your original sin, the Word is made flesh by a drug cartel

From monkeys & nekid apes who’ve evolved to be all too human, almighty hell!

If the beatniks and the mighty hippies of the 50’s & 60’s didn’t clear the acid trip

Then it’s up to ones who’ve descended from them all, all seven continents adrift

Gods of the dead & gone left the Word, symbolic alphabet soup of a ship’s slip

High or low, above or below the hull, it’s this old man and staying off of the sea.

I played One, nick-nack on my drum, bad boy who brought the light to thunders

Copycats love the rules to break when it’s necessary to follow the hero blunders

Corpus dillecti will seep into the soul of you & magnetized mates of the nonsense

Think that this is thinking, you’d think so but probably means proof of existence.

Sixteen innings & the tie gets broken, the Away team beats Homer, son, oh son

Sift through the chaffe and find the diamond in the rough, it’s serious double-duh

Up for a dunk-jam, got wood on a slider, caught The Pass from Joe, etc., etc., etc.

Pardon your son, fallout father can’t pardon the son, ask God, he’ll let it be done.

Here’s the final precipice, ain’t nothing left behind butt-nekid, drugged ape-elves

Look at yourself in a full mirror reflection, no clothes on the bones, all yourselves

All you are, before you die, it stands up tall up to plus or minus six, shape-souled

Tom Thumb to the Green Giant, atoms to galaxies of treasured rocks that It rolled.

Pro is for and Con is not for, there’s no poll taken that’s accurate, just sayin’ this

Projection of the funk and wagging fingers, all up on the silver screen, smut pizza

Losers win nothing but the release from the pain & suffering, all got holy halos

Not far below the core of Earth, it’s a mental/psychological tool for the Randos.

Insurance has no function in this calculus, it’s not in the function, it’s robbery

Those careful who never file a claim pay for the careless yet justifiable usury

Common wisdom hidden, know occult mortals live as if there’s no tomorrow

You have become a national security risk, yet it is indeed, #TooBigToRig blow.

I can see neither the reason nor the rhyme, yet the irrational moves into mate

Check yourself, your next move could be your last, it appears you’re locked in

Your choices are limited to either one bad move or another causing of a resign

Busted up the whole thing, the cell self-contained the mode of a Braille sign.

Heavy water gone from the moon, the planets, everywhere but the wetland dirt

Earth, mother of animation of matter, Earth, Wind & hot flames of Fire T-shirts

Short or long-sleeved with logo & photo frontside, concert venue itemized rear

Swag heals the problem of maximum charge for LIVE concert seats, Rock clear.

Hey man, just cough up the cash, musicians and poets don’t work, so play ball

Get up to bat for a pinch hit, walk-off grand-slam homerun, gods are the goons

Keeping the human behavior in check, out of control due parental abuse tunes

From Woody Woodpecker to Bugs Bunny & A Road Runner, Gee Zuz loves y’all!

Pretend you don’t know what you’re doing if you’re caught breaking a holy rule

God and the all too human men and women, use logic & reason to devise a mule

One that keeps all the punks in check, creating One thing, too big to rig, the point

From One man to another woman or man, you’re an idiot of science, as I anoint!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi June VII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMMST

{ Blasted out the Void while listenin’ to the #PulseOfThePulsar @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650AM }

#DontBeACockswainOnA1724Shallop

#MounntainDew or #Dye or #BeStardust #WoodstockBoy

 

GOT WHAT I PUT INTO THE WHOLE SHEBANG

Timing is everything in Space, a long, long time ago before all humans became evil reasons
All due to the least likely to survive, unfit beings saved to reproduce species’ extinction sons
The fix was in before anybody knew it, you’re dreaming of the thing itself, dead ended love
One way to go full speed ahead, nobody goes backward, God’s no reversal of heaven above.

From hot water, H2O pair of oxy-hydro ash of the end of this solar system’s carbon quake
Cause of the first time an atom split is your conscious wokeness of the pain that baby’s fake
Crying crocodile tears in the swamp bog as if there’s a way to return to the beginning dawn
In the final spin of the darkness enveloping blown atomic light, great awakening you pawn.

No king and no queen, no bishop, cardinal or neophyte son of idiots & morons, too human
Above it’s dark, below it’s dark, in a closet it’s dark, after your death of bones, it’s still man
No pins dropping to spoil the roar of empty, dead air, no idyll chit chat with your best boon
Higher than the lowlife on the bottom of a bog, below a swamp’s things themselves’ moon.

It is what it is, I am what I am, you’ll never know how much I really care about surviving
Will to the power for aid in the success comes from some great grandfathered-in original G
Hot or cold out of the faucet, wet water drank and rinsed all in and out of my filthy crying
Wasting tears on wasted nights and days, revolving the rotation & wobble, infinity’s thing.

Before and after the misconception, it’s creative license to apply linguistic uncertainty et al
For you, your ancestral descendants & God there’s nothing more nor less than we ever see
You get it all in the matter material things with material girls and boys in the rockin’ band
Mild and harsh, as above so below, healed the deaf and dumber 20/20 vision of Ayn Rand.

What you do with your life is already your destiny, there’s no free will in the egg conception
Survival in darkness for a year or so means nothing at all when all Truth displays the dawn
Where I come from, there’s deadened Earth, cool wind and hot fire, move like a king pawn
Sixty-four squares on the plane’s 3rd dimension, wavelength of the 3-D, impossibility of sin.

Create the things, you are responsible for everything the things do & say, war kills things
Battle to keep the peace, knock off the disagreement with the enhancement of three rings
One or two rings aren’t sufficient, the third is a necessary condition to keep up the flow
Middle path goes one way with no return or turnabout, I am the only one I am, now blow!

For the sake of the grandfathers and grandmothers who got us here by hook or by crook
Before you could disobey the rules you needed to know the punishment, avoid pain hook
Nobody I ever knew liked the pain, punishment for the punishers, warn the fool monkey
Skullcaps cry ‘cause you spanked ‘em, so just die, after or before Time’s up, skeleton key.

Games without the rules aren’t games but that chaos can’t be avoided, played hard ball
Nothing soft about the round projectiles, need a glove to catch, bat to smash a strike call
Colloquialism just an idiom of my handy locutions of word salad & dressing to sixty nines
Thrown out the club, threw up in the gangway, drank ‘til drunk, I died, now it’s just fine.

I think I died but I still wanted one more drink, wasn’t inebriated any longer#, just Woke
Up or down makes no difference when you’re on the surface of the spin, lookin’ like a dope
Energy fully engaged, blown to smithereens, what you see is what you get, now don’t choke
Swallow the wad, it’s gonna go through the stellar system, I’m the hangman with the rope!
by

 r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, June V^th, MMXXXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked out the jam while listenin’ to @Everlast #GrammasHand
on youTube link https://youtu.be/4f-PVsqtzVU }

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