#MaMaRockMe

SUCKS TOO BAD TO BE YOU

Now is the time when you can count your P’s & Q’s to mend your fences and repeat ad infinitum
For the fear and the loathing to resume, a conception must occur before the total annihilation sim
On my mother’s grave if I could get to it in the boneyard of the bad smell city, next to dad’s beard
It grew on the head, the skull & wherever the plow didn’t bury in a furrow, still the dead is weird.

Apes without a hair, males and females only have the tufts in the crevices between joints of bones
All too human yet every other species is all too them as well, a program at random collision courses
From the roll over to the scoot to the crawl, ancient to modern modes of locomotion onto run & walk
Adaption for the sake of survival is paramount to other pressing desires on the emotional pitcher balk.

Full & halfbacks just a fraction of the quarterbacks & cornerbacks & linebacker/safety defensive stances
All for One and One for All, dream within a dream can’t be seen by the blind leading the blind to fences
Every side of the prairie property cordoned off with a white fence of a monster corral form in the sand
Mirror image of the year 2000 B.C., four thousand years after the Big Bang, it dropped a dime on Adam.

Preaching what you recollect won’t help nobody else, so just keep your yap shut, like daddy used to say
Loose will indeed sink ships afloat on the seven seas, defense and offense in the elite sense in every bay
Keepin’ tabs on those who would absolutely phuq-up every living and evolved thing conceived in tin can
Popped the tops or unscrewed the lids for the epitome of culinary pleasure, sliced and diced then I ran.

Consumers the patron class of those who can’t formulate menus for their own artificial intelligence ego
Either you fly or you die when the lava comes rollin’ down form the mountaintop to the deep blue sea
Can’t swim with the eagles and owls, can’t fly with the whales and sharks, it’s a super fine lover bleed
Out of a heart that pumped it down into the veins & arteries into capillaries’ drainage, I’m God’s seed.

Boys or girls all get the identical life spark, what they do in the form they inhabit in the flow of ennui
It’s all free will, free choice, a supernatural enculturation of the body’s light fantastic, a trip to be we
Together in One single body, every tinker toy body and soul, exquisite real thing to forget about it all
One thing you can count on, you are gonna breathe the air in & out or else you’ll be a dead man call.

Goofy thinks it sucks to be God, therefore we trust that God sucks like gravity which we love, amazed
Pinching your cheeks for the excretion allows the regular mode of being to flourish and eat the dead
Birds, fish, cows, pigs, cats & dogs gettin’ right back into my good graces, lettin’ them all live to be
Old and decrepit from perpetual animation, damage to joints & limbs, organs you only get it once.

Sighing like I always do when I got to pretend to care about the misfortunes of humanity & the fauna
Hear it go in one ear and out of the other, sound goes 1800 feet per second in & out before dementia
Hear the riffs and backbeats on the rhythm and rhyme of the given word salads & occult pornography
Soggy and foggy, a feeling & forlorn look of being in trouble with the law of outlaws out & about me.

Uncertainty is the principle of highly unlikelihood, possible impossibility of ever being certain of anything
Ipso facto, that anything at all is predetermined because Time is an illusion from a past, a pre-future ring
Wanting & desiring anything at all, with every fiber of your being’s Will to Firepower, will show the Ends
All will be gone in the final chapter of each play on words, on a stage of stars & fools, I’ve got the Bends.

Holy & sacred, each & every thought and gasp of air, taking it all for granted won’t be wise, it’s a put-on
Slime in the cauldron without a visible flame, subatomic nuclear herd from the charm and a love button
Say never you mean not soon, say pretty soon & you mean never, not ever in a million-reincarnation spa
Pretty soon, all the good will turn out to be bad, vice versa can’t work, yet what will be will be, que sera.

Peculiar that you find the serious to be funny and the spurious bunny to be a sadness, a rabbit stew askew
Why and where, who and how might the gods come to inspire the inner conscience, to be or not to flop
Some girls are the somebody I’ve seen go right in and out of my third eyesight, fast forward rhythm blue
Easy money when easy does it, no taxes on undatable wages with a gold robbery strong box, a corn-pop.

 

 Therefore, I am & you are here & now before we die & disappear, body & soul, we've got the holy cow

Way gone, out of humanity's control, deep into the black hole's Singularity, zero mass of One mortal sin

Divine smoke rising up from the burning, hot fire as a sign of the return to the star that burns revolution

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r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER XIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted to @GovernmentMule jammin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uiX7yGnGHSg } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#zippityDooDah #zippityEh? #BedSweetDreams #FortunateSon @AsburyPark @Springsteen

 

DRINKIN’ SON, DUSK 'TIL DAWN

It has always been my right to be wrong and I’ve got no other claims to Space fame
On this ball of rocky dirt, clay and magma shooting out the holy ground full of game
Help is never on its way, you’ll find out if you need it & it doesn’t come before you die
In Space’s heaven or down under in the Hades of the scared and feared, men on the fly.

Heroes and the kids they made in and out of wedlock that does nothing good or evil to me
Dead and gone without a peep, didn’t really care if you ever cared, you spilled my wine free
Crisp and clear, comprehended out of your father’s mind into my direct receptor, super queen
On the one hand, you and the conceptual analysis you’ve gleaned out of the matrix screen.

Brought you to the shopping mall that used to be the Sunset Strip where stars used to ride a bus
Above underground before they got burnt in the woods of the Holly, unarmed, with no full cup
Full of the impossible and the leftovers from Thanksgiving, cold an hungry no more for all of us
Boys and girls gave their love up for the comfort of knowing who has your backside covered up.

Rooms full of rumors & propaganda that tricky ones play on us, time to time we fall for a fight
Scores to keep us losers or winners in the game at the end, nobody is alive to celebrate at a summit
Perfectly unknown as the x in an equation for the solution the calculation conundrum, certain shyt
Hyperbolic exaggeration for the desired effect, shock & awe, a faked out psyche of Jesus insight.

In the darkness, there’s a reminder where you have arrived without any introduction, here it is then
Love and the longing for it is a mother & child thing for the unborn & their evolution into the living
Crying out of pain & suffering of being imprisoned in those lumps of 208 bones, some more has ten
Empty of concepts and the blues of the rhythm and rhyme comin’ down the pike or clear upstream.

I didn’t feel the spell, infused with come into my mind and body, snoopy dog just didn’t sign in at all
Weight gain changed the way I felt & looked at everything from things themselves to Sapiens people
Toxic beauty and the pretty beasts that run with the herd, for want of a better Time in Space’s seal
What I am is what you are but what the hell is that in this world, what you see is Cinderella’s bawl.

Blinding light cause my sight to fail, I like to stare at the burnin’ hot sun, that’s for certain too, fool
Home-runs hit and touchdowns scored the winning blows to keep both the teams Sugar to Nothing
Above it is the way it looks from down hear, downtown download of bizarre, incredible stills & vids
Screaming about streaming will show you’re ready for one evil entry, holy holes of a holy bird thing.

Being loved by you, my loving you, a self-made amazement of the soul, that’s the spirit of the foggy
Did I mention, I wanted and needed to be loved by you and your 500,000 cells of DNA I cannot see
When forever came and left in a new glimpse of a memory of what was to be for a bad old doggy
Full of the backs and half of the touchdown catchers and runners, naked and paying the Piper fee.

Blow the flute and make the melody trigger your teenage memory, it’s really that easy, like wow
Reruns all for the sake of being a bit forgetful due to an incapability of recollection, don’t give a rip
Because it’s a convenient position when you’re as ignorant as I am, as you were before you became

Triggered a humbug when you said Happiness, just like Justice was just a ham sandwich deli upslip.

March to a beat you can only feel since you’re blind as a bat, actually bats ain’t blind, I ain’t either
Pros and cons of every logical conclusion discussed & put their mud in a quick book entry of blather
Wages earned for events I got no control over, paid fun & games I provoked, rhymin’ rhythm relief
Winging it for the procurement of satisfaction every second of every day, no pain, pills for the chief!

Rats on the riverbeds or inside the deep sewer under the old town’s underground occurs in crypto
Words underwritten in code on the dirty walls you dusted 'til the Big Bang merged it back to zero
Yada yada talkin’ the walkin’ and spoonin’ for the minions’ opinions, can’t hold back the Truth lie
One ending, like it’s the gospel Truth, angels & devils all know it all, we’re all gonna die for 3.14 pi!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, BLOWVEMBER XVIII^th     MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 PMPST

{ Kicked this trivia out the bottom of the backward upside-down, inside-out SDROW in & out of Time’s link on youTube #JerseyShore @BruceSpringsteen etal @ https://youtu.be/laWfvxKBCIE?si=gYbJnEEdHZeGbWUo }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#OnceUponATimeInTombstone #SantaClausOldLady #CheechAndChong #NickleAndDiminUntoDeathDoUsPartay #BlueHommeGroupie #HamburgerMidnight @LittleFEAT @ChrisStapleton

THIS IS A SUPER PUT-ON, CE LIVE, PLAY THE HARPO

Inside of a guilty conscience, there’s room for blame & obligation to the abnormal malfunctions of Man
Doom's megascroll of  humans who pretend to be divinity’s chosen ones, when they’re accidental Spam
Filing for bankruptcy when you’re a billionaire of God’s words, sacred fire of a slow burn, all yakity-yak
Funk’s pulling a steady stream out the matrix, flowing like a raging river through the canyon on a kayak.

Karen Johnson is who now? Just a chick out the Big Apple, she’s got nothing to do with icebergs or gold
Flew over the cuckoo’s nest with the rest of the senior class, we gleaned the welfare and food, got rolled
Bees in the hives, birds in the nests disappear first before the evolutionary extinction of scrambled eggs
One’s will to survive is strong in survivors & weak in the knees of birds of a feather, all flocking together.

Counting up or down fro the zeroes an ones, all signals of the cyberspace in an amorphous blob of goo
Mothers and fathers all knew the answers to the conundrums, nobody else could fathom the divine fool
How can you plan accidental collisions in a system’s universal Space between the Void’s ghostly minded
Peers you don’t know at all move the boogie woogie on the scales of A’s to G’s, flat, sharp or diminished.

The fix was always in before you made the bet, you had to guess which way the wind would blow in
Out of the East or West, the fact is that the frozen seven continents are adrift, world was all One then
Fully engulfed with the H2O when no land was above it all, dirt submersed in the drink, azure blue sea
On being alive or dead, neither above nor below, entering the Twilight Zone, I think you’re killin’ me.

Fine lines between two identical copies of an original sin, disobedience to a king, the berry rasp
Queen is a name for the world’s thrust into existence, free choice and will on the other hand, sir
Maybe it’s all an illusion of fog and mirrors playing tricks on your four eyes, astigmatic cornea fir
I will shoot you down without the bullets and you’ll be on the mend forever, until your last gasp.

Bums and junk filled needles all around the sidewalks of town from B Street to X avenue, son
On the boulevard between Chicago Avenue and Foster Avenue, crypto degree in physical sin
Mothers and fathers razing the homeless and hopeless, you are a fool for the city, simple mind
Bomb of the fizzle that puts the bam in the pop, you & I ain’t the spy vs. spy, we’re reassigned.

Hit the road Jack, don’t you come back whether you like it or not, this is it, be excommunicated
From the gods, from the God, from the Christ and the holy Saints and damned Sinners all dead
On high or on the down low, hit the bong, tap the pipe, you’re gonna die in the earthquake fire
Like this, like that, all you thought and saw with your eyes blinded by neon light, hot & cool sire.

Killing it with kindness to teach myself a lesson about how to do unto others as I’d have ‘em do
To me or anyone else on the planet, any human being from conception to death deserves the brew
Of men, mice and witches who have the spells and cast them abroad, far, far away from the reality
On this Earth or above the planetary dirt stratosphere in gravitational collapse to One singularity.

Remember when you were a child and teenager on the blocks of Chicago 1965-1969, you played
Dawn until dusk, daily concern for the blind, the deaf and the doom in your bronchial cough drop
Zest ain’t just a soap to clean your cellular structure, it’s the feeling of the soul, deep in the clouds
Where & when it’s all comin’ down, only you & I know, everyone else is in cover-up mode shroud.

Now if you’ll just walk this way & give me a kiss, it’ll put you right in front row’s starburst sang
To be or to go on forever or just a little while, all of it is good, nobody knows why this is all fine
Guesswork, assumptions, inductive conclusions which have validity until disproven by examples
Counter-intuitive as I am, end time will come after it begins to whimper, blue jeans’ a Big Bang.

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, Blovember XVIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Drafted out the window in my closed-captioned room while jammin’ to @BlueCheer @ https://youtu.be/pobv2ymqzak LIVE }

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