ROSEVILLE UNDER A NEON MOON BY THE R.R. TRAX
Killed Life 'fore we ate leftovers, shat-puked 'em in shower pan clogged drains
Everything involved in the Singularity dissipates its inherited personality trains
Rats were ma & pa who provided until the torture of being an abandoned clock
Everything involved in the Singularity dissipates its inherited personality trains
Rats were ma & pa who provided until the torture of being an abandoned clock
Growth of one speck of invisible light coded into a dream come true, all tik-tok.
It’s more than hickory, dickory-dock after the mouse went on up a tiger’s woods
All is about getting wood to promulgate the species’ prime time got the goods
Irons number 1 through 8, woods 1 through 3, all clubs of a golfer in Scot’s land
Flow from barrier to territorial border, fishing & hunting, growing grain in sand.
Flow from the brook, streaming until out of melted snow, frozen H2O rocky tops
Ice Age or just your own age from 4 to 104, who knows who numbers the days
Hinted grim reaper is all you get from the undertaker & high priests of altar boys
Gods of named sounds loved by baby atheists who cry for more nuke TNT toys.
Track your homeless to the grave yards, they’re dishonest panderers of free love
Hippies who protested in the 1960’s are now the socially insecure below above
Mortally wounded by sword, knife, bullet, club or a final blow to the nose bone
Had what can ne’er be had again, my birth & death, side street’s a bum’s home.
No walking down the avenues & boulevards due to evil living with the innocent
No reading the written word of any language, English, Spanish, French or Italian
Russian and German languages are suitable for the children in preschools of Zen
I am the leftover of the PhD in Metaphysics that Socrates & #preSocratics bent.
Atheist that the gods left to uncover the eyes of the sheeple, it’s what I am
Here we go again, away we go from the place you are to the hilarious scam
Of mice who get trapped and the humans who trap them to prevent origins
Of plague and stealing stored grain, grown & harvested by men not vermin.
By the time you walk the 3000 miles from coast to coast, know you’ll die too
It is not what it can never be, a place for immortality, ain’t a godly third stone
Graves buried bones, what’s left to rot inside of the box or cheese cloth shroud
We’re underground as ancestors in crypts above & below in the sea’s fish food.
Unnatural to live without knowing you’re going to die, therefore be natural
Know the Truth and why the duty of the civilized world is to create life’s mural
Pictural forms to persuade the children they are not unknown forms of germs
Bums, junkies, good women & evil men, all related to the original sin’s worms.
Funk & fink that appears pink to the minions who appear to be the A bombs
Recruited by the powers that be to end the world as we know it, bury tombs
Pyramids to undersea buildings which flooded with the Earth’s move to tilt
More or less than 27 degrees with a 10 degree wobble, more or less sea silt.
Hearts and minds are figments of the divine imagination, enjoying the players
Who play their parts in the play of survival in a hostile world, kill truth sayers
All they want to do is tell the secret that only the kings & queens & royals know
This is it, there’s no God but Man is as good as this Earth’s gonna get, lips blow.
Whistling in the dark, nobody sees who you are to identify whether friend or foe
You’re as good as dead already if you don’t know, you are a mortal rolling in doe
Hunting & fishing if you don’t have gold to trade, steal if y’all want early demise
Hurry up and get out of my way, it’s narrow & there’s no room for two, he sighs.
Teach your grandchildren well since you’ve failed your own code to be a survivor
Being the most fit to defend yourself, your ground & your loved ones’ back door
Lungs, hearts, bones, blood, form the dead & gone to thank God you’re an idiot
On two knees while awake in the boxcars of Roseville’s switchin’ yard, old robot.
Murdered in the darkness so you’d not know you got killed, shine a light to go
To the coroner’s county slab, frozen to keep the meat from the stank of rottin’
Mind still works in the dark, but you can’t see or talk to anyone, like Space’s fake
Floating alone in the emptiness, no needs or wants, just being #Woke, #Awake.
Kites & jets flew in the skies’ emptiness, we all came down after too long, alive
Sometimes, the gravity pulls faster than survival allows, spirits fly a dead dive
Hills just the lumps of filthy mud & rocky bottom stones ground to pebble silt
I’m blinded by light & deaf by sound, everything tastes & smells like I’m killed.
Write the written words to be misconstrued and/or forgotten once read by all
You and the rest of the dead writers aren’t getting immortal rewards from gods
Actually, just the skull & bones get the inside dope, occultic, occasional frauds
Books’ meaning nothing to the uneducated, uninformed, unintelligible who fall.
North to the south pole & all around the equator, millions of miles afar, my Sun
Here before & after I’ll be present to be a brief Future of the historical Past One
Forget the day I got conceived this It, a lusty-love of feeling so good, it’s A Hook
A moment to feel a creative Thing, exoskeleton’s locked into extinction’s Spook.
Now it’s time to spend unconscious, at rest without defense of heart & soul hits
Asleep with one eye open, in case there’s the horror of termination of life’s s#its
Among the minions, there’s the origin of them all, invisible, unconscious of God
Been taught & learned leads to the deduced, infallible knowledge, I’m a hotrod!
All is about getting wood to promulgate the species’ prime time got the goods
Irons number 1 through 8, woods 1 through 3, all clubs of a golfer in Scot’s land
Flow from barrier to territorial border, fishing & hunting, growing grain in sand.
Flow from the brook, streaming until out of melted snow, frozen H2O rocky tops
Ice Age or just your own age from 4 to 104, who knows who numbers the days
Hinted grim reaper is all you get from the undertaker & high priests of altar boys
Gods of named sounds loved by baby atheists who cry for more nuke TNT toys.
Track your homeless to the grave yards, they’re dishonest panderers of free love
Hippies who protested in the 1960’s are now the socially insecure below above
Mortally wounded by sword, knife, bullet, club or a final blow to the nose bone
Had what can ne’er be had again, my birth & death, side street’s a bum’s home.
No walking down the avenues & boulevards due to evil living with the innocent
No reading the written word of any language, English, Spanish, French or Italian
Russian and German languages are suitable for the children in preschools of Zen
I am the leftover of the PhD in Metaphysics that Socrates & #preSocratics bent.
Atheist that the gods left to uncover the eyes of the sheeple, it’s what I am
Here we go again, away we go from the place you are to the hilarious scam
Of mice who get trapped and the humans who trap them to prevent origins
Of plague and stealing stored grain, grown & harvested by men not vermin.
By the time you walk the 3000 miles from coast to coast, know you’ll die too
It is not what it can never be, a place for immortality, ain’t a godly third stone
Graves buried bones, what’s left to rot inside of the box or cheese cloth shroud
We’re underground as ancestors in crypts above & below in the sea’s fish food.
Unnatural to live without knowing you’re going to die, therefore be natural
Know the Truth and why the duty of the civilized world is to create life’s mural
Pictural forms to persuade the children they are not unknown forms of germs
Bums, junkies, good women & evil men, all related to the original sin’s worms.
Funk & fink that appears pink to the minions who appear to be the A bombs
Recruited by the powers that be to end the world as we know it, bury tombs
Pyramids to undersea buildings which flooded with the Earth’s move to tilt
More or less than 27 degrees with a 10 degree wobble, more or less sea silt.
Hearts and minds are figments of the divine imagination, enjoying the players
Who play their parts in the play of survival in a hostile world, kill truth sayers
All they want to do is tell the secret that only the kings & queens & royals know
This is it, there’s no God but Man is as good as this Earth’s gonna get, lips blow.
Whistling in the dark, nobody sees who you are to identify whether friend or foe
You’re as good as dead already if you don’t know, you are a mortal rolling in doe
Hunting & fishing if you don’t have gold to trade, steal if y’all want early demise
Hurry up and get out of my way, it’s narrow & there’s no room for two, he sighs.
Teach your grandchildren well since you’ve failed your own code to be a survivor
Being the most fit to defend yourself, your ground & your loved ones’ back door
Lungs, hearts, bones, blood, form the dead & gone to thank God you’re an idiot
On two knees while awake in the boxcars of Roseville’s switchin’ yard, old robot.
Murdered in the darkness so you’d not know you got killed, shine a light to go
To the coroner’s county slab, frozen to keep the meat from the stank of rottin’
Mind still works in the dark, but you can’t see or talk to anyone, like Space’s fake
Floating alone in the emptiness, no needs or wants, just being #Woke, #Awake.
Kites & jets flew in the skies’ emptiness, we all came down after too long, alive
Sometimes, the gravity pulls faster than survival allows, spirits fly a dead dive
Hills just the lumps of filthy mud & rocky bottom stones ground to pebble silt
I’m blinded by light & deaf by sound, everything tastes & smells like I’m killed.
Write the written words to be misconstrued and/or forgotten once read by all
You and the rest of the dead writers aren’t getting immortal rewards from gods
Actually, just the skull & bones get the inside dope, occultic, occasional frauds
Books’ meaning nothing to the uneducated, uninformed, unintelligible who fall.
North to the south pole & all around the equator, millions of miles afar, my Sun
Here before & after I’ll be present to be a brief Future of the historical Past One
Forget the day I got conceived this It, a lusty-love of feeling so good, it’s A Hook
A moment to feel a creative Thing, exoskeleton’s locked into extinction’s Spook.
Now it’s time to spend unconscious, at rest without defense of heart & soul hits
Asleep with one eye open, in case there’s the horror of termination of life’s s#its
Among the minions, there’s the origin of them all, invisible, unconscious of God
Been taught & learned leads to the deduced, infallible knowledge, I’m a hotrod!
by
r j j stephan, i
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, January 15, 2024 Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Crafted this while jammin to #Mary by @ZZTop link @ https://youtu.be/va9NM-Fnehk?si=DhlMj34RIBjcCM_3 & @BrooksAndDunne #NeonMoon @ https://youtu.be/8IjOQmwlGmk?si=HQA68tTxC-0kaOeu }
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