#Prefabrication #DreamOnWokeUpDown #StepDown #StepUp #StepHan

Sincere prefabrication
Can you all please shut your pie hole for several moments, enough for me to cut a piece for me
Creeps that follow the refused garbage of the users of all things created from the Scratch’s cavity
You know why but you can’t admit the reason for being alive, accidentally collided with big rocks
In and out of consciousness’ narrow way of being, on the path where the past disappears, locks.

Nothing that you couldn’t handle if you were warned but beware, you won’t see it comin’ down
It will be right in front of your face whether you’re ready or not, it’s a Red Rover comin’ on over
Outerspace or down inside of the DNA’s molecular, atomic essence, absolute zero’s way of Zen
On until it’s turned off in random succession to the killers and creators of the holy hole we’re in.

Friends or strangers, anybody is soon to be gone before they know it, hate my reminder old God
Way gone, far away from the original Singularity or a pinpoint of all there is, a head of a needle
Pierce the body with whatever will ruin the whole shebang, probe into the heart & soul mate Id
Marks underneath the scars and tattoos that you thought were just artwork, I was, the bad kid.

Now just the bad dude, unseen, undercover of the clothes that hide the naked fool’s rubber soul
Contents disappeared, disintegrated, forgotten without retrieval tools, now we all rock and roll
Danced to the boom boom boom, beats on the offbeat to mark the nature of the Truth, stealth
Either nobody knows and they’re all lying or somebody knows and they’re silent, still in health.

Voice over the empty space can be heard by nobody, can’t hear without an audio engineer kit
Ears wide open and able to translate noise into logical sequences of nonsense for lips to spit
Not only is this a failed experiment in species extinction but also Earth’s hell, annihilated ‘em
Without a license, humanity punishes the judges when we get our prehensile hands on them.

Therefore, if & only if that is all you’ve got to go on, it’s clear to see that the unknown remains
An X factor of the Y factor to create the fabulous reason for being all too human, mama’s men
Boys were babies and in the end, whimper for another draw of breath past the doom of the last
See it all before you can’t see it anymore, liars pants are on fire, days & nights a-spinning, too fast.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June XX5th  MMXXIII AD @ 911 CST
{ Created while jammin’ to @ChicagoBand HITZ link @ https://youtu.be/XIw0kKthvkw }
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#SuccessAtFailure #BongBong #LoanMeADime #DropADime #Somebody @WARtheBand

DON’T BE SO, GOD, AM I GOOFY, YOU MOTHERS OF FATHERS  

(music 2 me ears)

I knew everything about some things and that was enough to launch my tiny retro rocket

Juiced up on rocket fuel and tequila and got hungry for more doe than I could ever, ever get

But I got it and got my itch scratched, didn’t even know I had one, lucky my nails cut it, son

But the blood came flowin’ out the capillaries and suddenly white man turned to crimson.

Beans and seeds to grow the things I eat to keep the meat movin’ along the timeline of funk

High or low it comes & goes without a peep, word in advance, no comms, silence my junk

Ain’t comin’ 'round anymore 'cause I can’t move so well, can’t scoot or drive wheels 2 or 4

But I’m still mindful of trash people make up & throw out in alley cans for the rats’ door.

Ready to accept the grief accompanying a grown up, young buck, ready to reproduce errors

Juice of DNA code to move closer to extinction's evolution into formless, stockyard shares

Dead animals, smashed, slit, pounded into flat burgers for a spit, a BBQ dream of extinction

Computing the needs & desirable wants of sweet nothings comin’ in my ears’ itchin’ skin.

Bull’s makin’ heights of confusion easy to climb, failure to launch moment, had to leave it

Behind or ahead, it didn’t matter, up, down, in, out, sooner, later, it came down to this here

That there was what it used to be before I was all grown up, grew up crazy in mindless fear

Of  boogeymen & great monsters who're bigger than humanity’s divinity, a bull’s scat skit.

Slower than a tortoise who looks slower than molasses & the & fleet footed hare, bunny hop

For once, comin’ in last because the odds were against me or they favored me, cosmic slop

All for the One & the one & only ain’t anywhere in sight, can’t see a thing, I see Nothing

It’s just absence all light, burnt atoms absolutely fallen, The Singularity, itself, idiot's king.

Brought a knife to a gunfight but I was bulletproof, nobody knew where I’d been, I'm gone

Never really was here & now, just some 208 bones of Chicago blood, need to bleed ‘til  dawn

Scratchin’ the itch now, keepin’ it goin’, it feels good when you slow down & fear the fool

From drinkin’ the gas that needs to move it or lose it, fueled up buck, hooked human drool.

More or less now, it’s nearly depleted & vacuumed up into quarks among us, academic fool

A fool fooling other soon-to-be fools, got in a jam, arrested, got a job, paid a tax & I’m cool

Beating the wife beaters before they touch daughters & sisters, not to mention all mothers

Riding my trike & charger up to the gate of a castle, threw down with guards, cut my side.

My baby wrote me a note to let me know where she was goin’ but she never went I can’t go

Dusted off my shelves & found the only love left over was all my own, all the cupboard Mo’

Keb’ scattin’ the mojo off of the frets, pickin’, grinnin’ gone back in the day to the original

Hug yourself, jump back and love yourself, it won’t hurt a bit, you can’t ever stop, aw Hell!

Screamin’ songs, scribblin’ words up & down the scale, A to EFG, flat sharps note flips

B flat's as thick as a dime’s change from a quarter dollar, all I got though, my melody y'all

Repeat over and over until the memory is grooved with movement of fingers & melody lips

I’ve ne'er been wrong yet I’ve been in error due to trust & blind faith, cancel culture ball.

Throwin’ a no hitter, perfect game, a shut out & serious ending to the origin of the mothers

What I call the train that has no idea where the engine's draggin’ it to, like you & the others

Stronger than fake mistakes I forgot to live with, I forgot the notes, forgot every single ruse

Began fresh like I’m innocent of guilt, do what I did, done what I done, hell It's the blues!

For the sake of absolute concrete comin’ into your face, fast, jumped off a rooftop onto cars

No wings, you can’t fly, can’t soar, can’t glide, just 32 feet per second per second downtown

On the concrete or the top of the parked SUV, imprinted my 208 bones, splattered my stars

That wasn’t it though, hit me with no way out, gotta start over from scratch, mind IS blown!

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XXIVth, MMXXIII A.D. @ 444 PMPST

{ Shifted out the Void while jammin’ to @Keb’Mo’ HITS link @ https://youtu.be/rykjK8TOzSs }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MARY @ZZTop #LaidWaste

FACTOIDS OF LIFE, sons & EXTINCTION

I have a minor catastrophic loss of my life because my father wanted to squash me into a bug

Busting tables and washing dishes, pots, pans, tin silverware & finally my 8 fingers & 2 thumbs
So, all I’m left with is the spirit and soul I could never see without my mind, ‘cause I’m a thug
Not a small bad, evil weapon of the matrix but the essence of the substance, product of sums.

Elevating your clothes pins up to the clothesline to pin the clothes for a warm, wind to dry ‘em
Slick or stuck, I really don’t care to discuss the trip after I’ve already passed the place in Space
I’m not only already gone but also I was never here at all in the first place, just a figment squirt
Image in the light and invisible in the planetary darkness, due to the rotate-wobble of the dirt.

Hot or frozen-still cold from one extreme to the other, it’s a black hole & a pulsar, in full boogie
Down or up, it never matters, it’s a flip side of the flipper, a flap over the floppy disc of woogie
Cosmic dust and the motherly placenta envelops the gestation and multiplies the pre-afterbirth
Clearly nothing to see here nor there, don’t even search for it’s a waste of fools’ time on Earth.

Invincible like an atomic weapon that begins the chain reaction & can’t stop fusion or fission
Beyond the point of no return is the exact moment that the Devil got into the details of Sin
Bums, junkies, hookers & the rest of the civilized world, all have a chance to get a do-over gig
Behind, above or below, it’s always forward & jumping up, up, up & away in my 4 X 4 outrig.

Sunk into the quicksand now in La Brea, got old just to die and be gone like the postscript says
I know this is too soon but I’ve got to ask you, if I told you that you were fine, would you deny
Or affirm that however your DNA genes combined, it was the right way at the right time, right?
Admit one, admit me, I am the only one, been Oneness since my deep chit split into the Deux.

Streamin’ the data that’s invisible yet abstracted from the original vacuum, luck to be here, now
Any moment might be our last, now as well as every moment since my birth until my finite death
Davey Jones had a locker and when he died there was no combination left to open the hull or bow
Warning from robots to humans, y’all gonna die, yet robots never die, they ain’t got no bad breath.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June XX3rd, MMXXIII AD @ 911 AMPST

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