LaFlaca @GovtMule & Xfactors

FOR THE 4th FOUR FAUX FIXX

LA FLACA A LA CARTE
Nothing but the best things on planet Earth are in store for the guilty innocents
Under and over duress of the planted drops of molecular structures of Charms
Inside of the nucleus of the atom, you see microorganisms alive, just like all life
Bringing the rhythm and rhyme to the beats you have ringing in your holy head.

Without historical record, we’d not ever know that we’re all gonna die of things
Something tells the child at the age of reason that life is an aberration of O-rings
Keeping all of your spunk and spirit at bay whether you like it or not, it’s all good
To survive is better than the alternative, we’ve his blind faith tenet, it ain’t rude.

All sensation is for the ultimate goal of feeling the light, the water of love pools
All men and women who travel to and fro in near Outerspace, orbit God’s rules
Matter and energy collide to gravitationally collapse white dwarves’ souls’ foals
On the cuff, Nobody’s morality, good, bad & the ugly that leave the stage’s holes.

Occult spells, unintelligible gibberish ad infinitum, ala illiterate intelligence IDs
Monotheistically polytheistic are conjectures of fearful & unintentional thieves
Sordid stories created from sacred and profane recollections, all in the i-phones
Of the mites on mice and bacteria inside the all too human skulls & crossbones.

Inappropriate as above is with the absence of atomic substance, so below is too
Consider your memory of life as you knew it before your conception and rebirth
Into the men and women, you look into the mirror at today, love of dirt’s a must
Maybe it is what it is for a reason and maybe it’s just a random collision of dust.

Busted a crew of 99 out of the prisoners’ quarters hidden behind two ears’ crud
Now the hundreds move & animate the dead things of a cartoon, as we know it
Bums and humans who got junk in their veins rule the roost of the dead at night
While you’re asleep in bed, warm & cozy, others are devoid of the pretend right.

Juice bars around every corner, hooks ready to embed into silver & golden geese
Eggs to nest away until the Time is ripe for the birth of justice, bad guys to fleece
Taking it all & take no prisoners, the war mantra of Grant & Lee, take the gen-xrz
All of the war mongers were peaceful babies of innocent mothers’ half-brothers.

Games with rules I’ve generated out of thin air, all get won or lost by the stooges
Just the ones you need to pull wool over their eyes, lovers who all eat dead matter
To be or not to be alive, either eat, drink & be merry or you don’t, all of my ruses
Hot as a pistol after firing 6 shots, 5 finger-melted lead, I’m the mad, mad hatter.

Morons teaching idiosyncratic idiots their ABC’s & 1,2,3’s for the Id’s super Ego
Mentally challenged to leave it all alone to its druthers & watch the show finale
Grim as a holy reaper is, sometimes happy to see the day come in the night end
Stepmothers embedded in the petri dish of critters, movin’ atoms into oblivion.

Evermore, the recently extinct dodo birds made a come-back in the RNA gen-z labs
Now, as we’ve assimilated extinction and survival together to yield, good & evil dabs
Dominance over our subordinated will to power is critical to gaining GA’s Deva dip
Without control, chaos will dominate until the final singularity squeak, a tiny peep.

Souls of the crows and the men who watched and listened to the signals and marks
On the ground & in the air, radicals took my hand, ground my soul in the water parks
More or less, there’s an answer for all questions, even if the answer’s incorrect or old
In or out of the stores, pay for the wares all in one place at the same time, stone cold.

Spun records, ran tapes reel-to-reel, cart & cassette, DJ extraordinaire in my mind
Out of the studio, a regular guy that can’t see anybody’s face in the mirror, it’s a sign
That y'all ain’t either here or there, nowhere on Earth now or then once you’ve died
Hell or heaven can wait, Time is relative & without Earth’s spin, there is none, I lied.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 4^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted Sunday AM at 1111 AM finish time, while listenin’ to @AllmanBrothers @WarrenHaynes #LoadedDice link @ https://youtu.be/OIz1t3Sufwg?si=2SCtVlAo4ebMr7Gf }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@WarrenHaynes #KissTheSky @JamesMarshallHendrix @GovtMule #GodAintGoodGodsABadAss #NorthernLightsRockinAlaska

It’s No TOP Secret

Washington to Florida like California to Maine, it’s a killing within & illusion without doubt
Stole Mother Earth’s virginity without permission, I was walkin’ in my sleep, twist & shout
Out your gaping lips is where all noise begins, linguistic mood swings for all the freaks kids
Brains out of the skulls, using conceptual analysis to clarify or deceive the carotids’ obits.

Being conceived in the innocent infant’s modicum of a mind is like a night light starshine

Minks or leathers to cover the naked apes’ bare skins, until aliens left us all with polyester
For stockings, a myriad of draping both tailored and without style, much fired-up terr-pine
Up in the smoke, where the angels nobody ever sees in the flesh, it’s where they all go, sir.

Follow your inner inkling of what to do and when to do it, now and then yet never too late
It takes experience to succeed at the art of casting aspersions without being yo’ faux fate
Your mind won’t survive death; memories will vanish like dust in the wind, peace my dove
Earth spinning around counter-clockwise, you imagine looking at the planet from above.

Speak easily at once, now that you’ve swung for the fences & connected 50 times, yo Ruth
It was not my fault that the ball hit the fat part of my club, it was like a magnet of 4 baggers
No exchange to any other bat unless I switch due to a cracked club, screwball hit the Truth
Park a car in Harvard Yard but a Master’s & PhD may be in jeopardy, nothin’ ever matters.

We’ve got history even if you’ve never seen me, nor I you, we’re from the DNA of the parents
Deluded as usual, it will make it all worthwhile, no more disappointments after being dense
Completed the exam’s final with a perfect score, all trigonometry & calculus solved for an A
I know, you know, we all know that restless leg syndrome means, killing being at rest today.

Gravitationally collapsing Earth disappears as y’all recede from its surface, ala infinity meat
Simple Simon was all too complex for a pie man who packed a .44 caliber’ maker of peace
Fortunate son to inherit the empire of Weed Flower, free high far out above the cloud fleece
Mankind ain’t waitin’ for me to tumble off of a roof, I’ll just leap off a high, upper deck seat.

In one way or another, by the end of the life you’ve been fortunate to have consumed, death
Comes while you’re alive & you revere the loss of all spirits, granite stone snorted with Meth
Cross of a savior wasn’t enough for a wake-up call, neither Bodhi Sativa nor I got godspeed
Way too high for the wonder to become normal, brain black-out due to overload’s done deed.

Dirty cheap on the price as it was & will always be forever, is now infinitely expensive ore
Timeless measurement, a duration of consciousness, soul animation within inner Space
Between the outer atmosphere and the middle of the core of the planet, a Divinity’s face
Obtuse yet congruent to a pyramidal 45-degree, acute corner within, 135-degree encore.

Straight number line, negative to the left, positive to the right, That is the Way It Is, man
ROKU or cosmic satellite orbiting counterclockwise about the Rock, wet mud revolution
I know what you know and all of the dead know what the ones who haven’t lived yet know
Not a thing, nothing but the sounds and references to facts that have been posited by Sin.

In the schism you’ve surfed a wave too high for a human to ascend, dicks in the dirt to sing
Straight on down, surfboard flew away from my feet & ankle chain flopping like a tiny spring
Braking at the stop signs, burning rubber at the green lights, a lawless manifestation in sin
Following rules, obeying laws & regulating personal behavior, species extinction, it is done.

A place and a time in or out of your and my mind, as a dream within, it’s one without it all
Unreal reality ready to become annihilated without notice, accidentally or fully intentional
Mark of the beast is where “X” marks the spot, no signature in cursive or fancy crypto-script
Code blue S.O.S. is a final gasp of aspiration, panic and shock and awe, I say, ahoy my ship.

Bright as the dull grey paint on a battleship hull, both fore and aft, it’s the ship of torpedo
Beneficial to be in the right place at the right time, in case you get lucky, downlow ghetto
As above, so below for the needs & desires that cause the sad to become happy apeman
Preconception you ain’t a spirit or a ghost, just a passing method to the madness slogan.

Sundowner ain’t a syndrome, it’s the way things are, the way I recall them, no more, no mas
Stop now before it’s too late, it may already be too far gone, time will tell us future or PASS
Ending may not be happy, may be a sequel to the parody of the things as we know them all
Cause of you & the music, father sky & mother earth, rhythm to rhyme Adam’s Eve ill-fall!

 

b y
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, May 1^st MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted in two days due to the #Muse striking for more Time-Off, also while listenin’ to @ACDC #WholeLottaRosie link @ https://youtu.be/bAOwDZoWXRI?si=BWQUOAGAVjIOJXg5 }

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

PICASSO

 

#BoJackieHorseman @Springsteen #PinkCadillac #TheEnding

NO CARRIE ANN ON MY HANDS

----snakes----

Nothing special lookin' like a mother's freedom in lock-down, the show's all over
Bad or good matters little if not nothing also, in seas of unknown atoms, a lover
Or two or three, some die & some drift away with the tide, it moves unmoved Id
Out of the center or the outer space of all you see, all you are is the highest bid.

Monkeys found by the aliens, morphed the fools to tie back the hands of Time, so
Hence, therefore & without no doubt leftover, you visited in your zeitgeist's blow
Knowing this, ignorance of this, matters not a twit, tweets can expose a fiasco sin
Divine or immortal means about as much as killin' gods on crosses, nail 'em in.

Inside the One and outside the Many, merge lines into the angle's empty forms
Adjust your lights, your brights are blinding the oncoming traffic, their worms
Circle poked inside twice from separate points creates a triangle, thrice a square
Like your mind's eye didn't get the memo, what you see is imaginary, long hair!

Braves hot queer theory denizens come from the same petri dish of viral RNA
Close or far away, either or both ways animate the split fusion apes hookin' DNA
Queers come and go to and fro, all hands are tied, ain't no free will to choose It
Way the species goes in survival or extinction is both here and over there, chit!

You may not be here on Earth at the end of the story but you were part of a saga
Nobody knew the whole truth & nothing but the truth, in-out of Supreme courts
Divided and conquered the intelligent life on Earth, UFO's come & go in disbelief
Nobody's gods could survive splitting & fusing atoms of nuclei into a super thief.

Into your reflection is 1 lost image, it ain't comin' back, it'll burn the stardirt too
Snowblind because it's all white, all the blackness of Space is all gone, I'm guilty
Of being innocent of having a free will, I'm destined to follow common law of It
Invisible formless funk, natural womb, holy father rack 'em up, mamas' the shit!

Empty caskets, wooden coffins, American Way go to church, on your knees a bit
As above, so it is here below, it could be worse, you could be locked in perpetuity
Never ends mankind ilk, it's a part of the matrix' dope, reality checks itself blue
Sad to realize, when it's over, no heaven or hell allows us in, this is it! Aw, S#IT!

Tailfeathers shook bytes of Love & Charm lookin' for a byte of trouble to die for
On the level above or below all you know, you see and feel, God is dog backward
Makes sense of an absurdity, go ahead, be my guest, go Plato & Aristotle, Jesus
To the place we're all goin' free without gold dust or a holder in high disregard.

Knowing nothing you can transmit neither wisdom nor knowledge, abstract y’all
From the narrow way to go from one end to the other of where you want to go
About or around everything there is a mystery, it’s presence is a shock and awe
Bleeding from heart to heart, soul to soul, God Is A Black Hole, it’s Truth Raw!

A wanderlust of dunderheads walkin’ & trippin’ over their own stubbed toe tags
Schemes brought booty that appeared & disappeared as magic, a voodoo hoodoo
Never lie but stretching the Truth is never out of the question, to tweak emotions
Time and Space animate the normally unmoved to be or not to be the questions.

Mirror images from head to toe & deeper than the skin & bone, soul deep waves
Frequency beyond or approaching inevitable gravitational collapse of all braves
Walls you’ve climbed & leaped off of, now fully electrified like a chair of prison
Solitary confinement’s orphanage for abandoned bastards of absentee mothers.

Sang songs until the school bells rang, we hurried and cut the rest of classes too
Sunday pants on and it’s time to let go, sippin’ wine & getting’ it on with mamas
Pickin’ up any woman just hangin’ around, groups of Saturday night conception
Deep purple and fired up rouge providing the matrix, mighty original mortal sin.

La Vida is the only one we get above and below the Earth’s jet plane of existence
Marvelous to be in a Cosmic soup rather than anywhere else over a Void’s sense
No breathing or hearts beating with the live-evil beautiful as a crown of screws
Drivers requiring steering or long trips on short roads to Nirvana & good news.

No suffering without feeling provided by nerve networks, no pain & purple rain
Magical being both singular and plural, One split into the Many via a soul train
Known for rhythm and the law and order of freedom from skin and the T-bone
It’s what it is, it looks like chopped beef, pork, sheep & snake in a twilight zone.

Mirrors of monkey imagery for the ways and means committee to find out
Jump through hula hoops rather than gyrate the hips into a certain frenzy
Ask people that you don’t know what their opinions are, factor them in too
Equations of inequalities awaiting solution, well done math & calculus fool.

Postmortem kiss of megadeath too late for a wake & burial of the naked apes
Why did they live & thrive only to begin rigor mortis in stealth mode’s vapes
Fools of mothers against drunk drivers, drinkin’ in suffering of immortal sins
I won’t write this twice, I’ll say it once so double up your all too human fixins.

Y’all stay hungry if you’ve got no food, you can’t stay thirsty, you’ll overheat
Dripping with morning dew, drinking mountain dew, swilling Jack Daniels too
Party can bring happiness especially if you break laws and get prison confines
Tough or timid at the right times, defense is to survive without suffering pains.

She had boyfriends that weren’t like me, too bad for them, tougher than the rest
Of these ways & means of being all too human, the best is the joint on easy street
A time or two, you’ve come to the door closed without a key to the lock, presto!
Open wide in readiness to complete the mission, Life was to die for, OMG, NO!

Born & died in the USA, guns & knives to rob & kill all the cells in the organism
Moral man was ready to become extinct like the Homo Erectus’ kinfolk, a schism
RIP the rest of us, godsons, daughters of godmothers & absentee fathers’ snark
Absentee Fathers’ Dependent Children, garnished wages for a shot in the dark.

Bring you down to get me up, too far gone to know the power of the idiot moron
Thinks so little it appears to be a rabid junkyard dog on the hunt for night prey
Blood in the air, it’s life loose in the Space & Time of spinning dirt around a fire
Millions of miles away from homes of the brave, no fear, I wonder! Life was fun!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, April XXVI^th  MMXXV Anno Domini

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @BruceSpringsteen #Top10 Greatest Hits & bits on youTube link @  https://youtu.be/sMIBWcbHS70?si=reX4LMCPn9KDhKS3 }

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