4B4ND0N3D SM4LL T0WN D1N3R...

abandoned small town diner

glass window still displaying

high fructose diaspora

TH3 S4DN3SS 0F 3NSL4V3D C0RN...

the sadness of enslaved corn,

forced into robotic rows,

spliced of all feral spirit

cornrowed prophets speaking raw

mythologies about how

to transcend the deep fuckedness

geometric mosaic

of illegit arts spread like

Mesoamerican corn

difficult to maintain faith

life works out when so many

false institutions lead way

freestyle sonnet #037: DOING DELEGATE MATH WHILE READING DIGITAL SLATES

Propaganda pandering engineering way
stream of consciousness flows, strategically built
damns power productive energy; from Monday
through Friday, op-ed news delivered with full-hilt

thrust of psychic sword made of times new roman words,
now switched to digital gaudy georgia new school
plantation motif, information input girds
brain with pre-fabricated fog, "creating" fool.

Where is the wild style revolt - woodcuts carved with bone,
and gothic futurist assassin knowledge born?
Where's supreme math applied to devil data shown
as sustenance but never having heart wheat shorn

from corn syrup chaff? Obese brain from news sources,
unhealthy stroking of keys system enforces.

J.J. Krupert July '12 #6: "Slave Driver" by Ranking Joe

syrup from the masters, sipping poison sucrose

!∞--☈℧⌡℧∏∑Ж☋--∞¡

t a p a a

mechanized monsters on the
ground, robot overlords shoot
the angles through their flat screens

r o d a q

down the road was once pasture;
now it's robot corn stalks, all
spindly and lacking plant soul

r o d a m

poisoned plants nourish masses;
bloated bodies lacking real
nutrition feel good with this

r o d a n

man's wicked machinery
parade is impressive - no
doubt - siren songs for the eyes

f r m a d

pesticidal promises -
the corn gonna grow in rows
whether it wants to or not

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown – September '10 #13: “Six Feet Deep (screwed & chopped)” by The Geto Boys

With Halloween being this Sunday, it has been physically impossible for me to not constantly walk around and go in my brain, “This year, Halloween fell on a weekend… me and my daughters was trick or treating… filling up our plastic bags… till corn syrup got inside our ass… this corn syrup be give us diabete (you have to drop the “s” for it to rhyme right)… now that’s the type of shit I be seeing in my sleep…” and so on and so forth, turning the Geto Boys scary ass song into a bullshit freestyle about how we are all killing ourselves slowly with poor nutrition. And then usually I think how gay it is to do that so I freestyle about killing everybody on earth for about ten minutes, until I get worried that my dad and uncle who are both dead in tragically southern ways are actually looking down from heaven or hell or whatever and see me doing all this, and that makes me feel embarrassed, so I stop. At that point, I hit skip on the gaypod until a David Allan Coe song comes on and I sing it really loud, figuring that’ll calm them down if they are watching, and by the end they’ll probably be gone, so at that point, I can listen to whatever.
This track is taken from the Best of Rap-a-Lot Screwed and Chopped by OG Ron C or Greatest Hits of Rap-a-Lot or something, but it is the best fucking shit ever. If you do not know how great Rap-a-Lot Records is, well, I feel sorry for you bucko. They once had a midget white rapper named Bar Nunn, plus a blind DJ in one group. I can honestly say the only regret I have for Rap-a-Lot Records is that they never signed The Dayton Family to a deal. I know they kept it Texas, but damn, that would’ve been a good fit, like a mother’s teat in a baby’s mouth.
STEAL “Six Feet Deep”
NEXT UP: Yet another Boogie Brown instrumental because that’s all I listen to some nights!

c r t z a

jesus left milk crates behind

the grocery store because

he knew I had shit to save

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown - June '10 #13: "Mind Playin' Tricks On Me (screwed & chopped)" by The Geto Boys

I'm not sure if this year Halloween falls on a weekend or not, which doesn't matter much because the weeks don't end so much as blend in together with seven straight days of obligations across a latitudinal line of the calendar, back to the left like a typewriter from 1973, and back at it, no pause, few spaces, bad grammar, whiteout never touching the onion skin of my life, hoping there is a god with a big book so I can have someone else proofread my actions and distractions once the lungs stop filling up with hazy air and the heart stops pumping the corn syrup thinned out blood, and tell me how it all reads. From where I sit, it's an ugly story, and inherently a tragedy, though there's plenty of one-liners mixed into to spray paint some silver lining. Thing about one-liners is there's a long psychology of preamble and meandering experiences to get there, and lay the foundation for those one-liners.
You know the only person who really has done screwed music as good as Screw? OG Ron C. He did the best of Rap-a-Lot mix, and that's what this is from. Sometimes when I hate the world but love myself yet hate myself and love the world, I like to lock up in a small place, like the camper trailer, which is stacked with boxes now that I'm trying to renovate my goddamned 1907 house into something more accommodating for my growing brood of pullet children, and light candles and get my mind all twisted around some substance or another, which has lately been mostly what is left of the gruit ale homebrew I made with a few droppers full of wild lettuce tincture from the ol' lady's apothecary mixed in, and just blast some fucking tweaked out Rap-a-Lot. Finding the OG Ron C screwed Rap-a-Lot's Greatest Hits to steal inside the internets (thanks Sicknote the #1 Limey and MP3 MVP) was a godsend, because it fits well into the dusty dark corners of my 2010 brain.
STEAL "Mind Playin' Tricks On Me"
NEXT UP: Space is the place in the place to be.