BY INTENT ONLY, MOULON LAB
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There is no luck involved if you have ice magic at your fingertips, fortune is illusion’s rift
Setting the mind’s intention on the object to be subjected to absorption and metabolization
That’s all it takes, mind set and go to the target’s bullseye, works every time, a parting gift
Turning the love you gather from sainthood through adulthood and back, uptown mortal sin.
In a pyramid or tetrahedron there is nothing to see the form from the inside, they are nothing
Special lines drawn between random dots in space to mark one place or another, you knew it
All mathematics and philosophy downloaded into the matrix, reformed in a data dump’s pit
According to the babble and stone tomes’ etchings in cave wall fire-lit shadows, a lord’s ring.
Fear and loathing the remnants of being left all alone in a hostile environment without tools
Only the ingenuity of the DNA inherited by the mitotic division of ma and pop’s gene pools
In a sweet, deep purple attitude that pours into an empty dream’s holy scent, the Sun tastes
Everything that’s everything cannot be nothing at all, it’s a linguistic jingoism for our faces.
Pumping most of my energy into manufacturing this world from what it was before I arrived
That is one First Cause that’s impossible to avoid, what this world was without you or anyone
Just some dirt spinning, wobbling, revolving around the source of it’s being, God stayin’ jive
Language and culture delivery systems of the babble, so lucky to be evil, Fuck! It’s All alive!
Used to throw our kind to hungry lions’ in the coliseum because Caesar was all too human
Crusaders knighted up and with swords, armor and honor took the Holy Grail home, man
Everything really isn’t everything after all is said and done, it is something like nothing
All of the things are the product of nothing, the void of space that contains the lord’s ring.
This moment used to be the Future and in a flash it’s the Past, it’s a whole different game-ball
Remember being a teenager forever, drivin’ the family car on Friday night drive-in snorkelin’
Those were the days my friend, I knew they were gonna end, I saw the writing on the FB wall
I need a shot of #JackDanielsBlack to help me shoot straight, burn my heart down the hall.
Not easy when you get the axe from the love of your life, when it’s on the rocks, shoot straight
No watered down or on the rocks mess, down the hatch with blood of Daniels’ whiskey brew
Spirits comin’ out of the walls and the floors and the music rocked the boat ‘til it was too late
Nobody saw it comin’ out my cold, dead hands, turned it down, I made it all burn, I just blew.
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r j j stephan, i
c. September 12, 2018 @ 2:22 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to Florida Georgia Line #MayWeAll & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8q3ZalsOafE }
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