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Friday, August 23, 2019

#WARtheBand @WARisPEACE

four scored the H2O ago, 1919AD
It all came out the way the future always comes out, the way it is, my #StruggleToFight
To be or not to be is like the only question if you’ve got all the other answers, kiss my phaser
That’s all that really matters to me besides safe place shelter, what can I eat by tonight?
I demand that you stand up against the wall or I will disintegrate your soul-shape laser!

Gettin’ in the mood but leaving out the most important breath, the last one to blow
Out through both the mouth and nose, then it’s all agape without a free choice, go
Nowhere to be outside of the skin and bones, brain dead, mind checked out a hole
Down with the rabbits and Alice, wherever that may be, you’ll get there too, flow.

Perfection isn’t going to help you a bit with your perfect teeth and made-up faces
Lipstickin’ and powder on the beak will only be what you need for a Space’s Time
Comin’ in first or last in the long run, matters as much as the day the sun nova’s
Where the buried and living go when the Earth cracks up like my divine son’s Ga.

It all came from the free choice of the free will, the man and not the woman, first
Not second or last but the First Cause of the egg’s split conception, 1/2 male’s girl
Or 1/2 woman’s boy but either way, the hermaphrodite anomalously is All, I’m in
Golfer or pinball wizard in between the philosophy classes, in the campus Union.

On or about this day perhaps, in 1951 A.D. I was deep in the womb of mama, OM
Stopped briefly for a last call on the chord attached to her heart, man I love ya mom
I won’t forget all of the times you and pops saved my life before I left to see the War
Why I left was to avoid the youngsters I first caused in seven girlfriends, perhaps or...

Maybe there were abortions or involuntary premature burials of fetal DNA, aliens
Not welcomed into this brief moment in time, babies in utero and the UFO beings
Human women mating with the moon’s robots, headed to Mars and Neptune gods
Dead to me, virus or bacteria, loosely holding on to the geometry of hillbilly genes.

My own ancestors are yelling at me 24/7 to let them eat cake, in a fortune cookie
Strictly speaking, it’s just my own imaginary world of ghosts in mama, never lost
Not the pope of the Catholic christians but the saver of Innocents who #CoverMe
Deep microbial culture, 3 hour meteorites, Mars blown #84001, magnetite #Boss.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday August 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to my caveman mind translate the radio waves of #WARtheBand
on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/P0oUXbE4G2w }
W.W.A.R.D.?

#PerhapsPerhaps #CAKE #GlennFrey ROCK#84001


about cake I ate, once I ate It, boom
by
Once there lived a total idiotic moron who was in charge of the entire planet of red Mercury
As the planet got hotter and hotter, the magnificent queen told the king to phuqup history
Therefore, the king ratcheted up the thermostat and in no Time at all, he became the ashes
Spread throughout the empty Void of Space, where there is no Time for captains or bashes.

Party or not, it really never mattered in the beginning nor forever, Matter’s rock finale scum
I could care more but the ship sailed away from my consciousness once I degreed in wisdom
From the First Cause to my own personal bodily extinction and consciousness depletion, man
Sorry for nothing, I’m sacred H2O, baptized in holy water for the sake of being all too human.

It’s all for the sake of rockin’ through the impervious hookups you collected on narrow Way
For a tattoo ain’t gonna hold the whole reminder, got it when we were drunk in shelter, I say
Ink dying the cut skin and mend the scar with the picture of my mother’s anchor, I Am fame
What she gave me, my mama, is the whole shebang, what he gave me, daddy was a surname.

Curmudgeon and just a tiny peep away from the sightless, soundless, olfactory taste of God
What is that other than the nugatory philosophical reduction of Truth to zig-zag-zip, blood
For better and for the worst possible scenario in our future, we learn to kiss, to die alone, eh?
Regardless of the love your got or gave, mouth agape, heart seized, let the rotten bones play!

Come to after being knocked out cold by the slap on the backside, first one, too human fight
Blackbelted legs and arms to keep the head strong and at One, in the midst of the too Many
Faith and Hope are left all alone without Charity, the Love that cannot be wrong, it’s a Right
On the Left or Middle of The Road to a Dead Pool of spirits who run nowhere into a Penny!

Persuasion from a crystal clear deduction from the indubitable premises is immanent, OMG
Perfection an illusion of being before or after a Supernova, a star to shoot for is never for me
I am what I am, the egg and sperm, so to speak, of the origin, ma and pa inside of #RareEarth
Long play on the b-side, what liberty’s about, for what it’s worth, nothing-star-fire afterbirth!

by
r j j stephan, i {in search every Sunday from 1969-1957 B.C., then I found the Buddah’s #lapislazuli in my #fullLotus lap in 1971 A.D. }
c. Friday, August 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
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