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DRAG RACING GOD, GOT YOUR SIX
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 15, 2018
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You will never be able to live it all down, the karma will follow your great grandkids to Heck
Right where the cosmic and galactic ooze wants us to be, here, now in ignorant bliss’ Hitech
Chains of fools from Maine to Mexico and boomerang ‘round to Australia and hills of Nepal
It’s not anybody’s fault, there is no free will yet there is a myth that we have It, we don’t pal!
I said prayers for all of y’all before I stopped belief in the unknown Occult of God’s humanity
Sending sons of God, or a son of a God, a savior to save us from a human nature in our DNA
What in the holy name of all that survived the #BigBang are we going to talk about now, then
Space around the visible and intellectualized planet Earth, flat as a dotted line at a lion’s den.
What it is exactly though, these visions if you’re not blind, watchin’ it all rock steady, in synch
From side to side and up above, so below where we are, it happens because it must be, a stink
What a fink is exactly is precisely the unknown factor which will be unveiled, all in One byte
Maybe you might want to put some shades on or at least close your eyes to avoid violet light.
Innocent of the reason why we’re all sittin’ pretty down here in the Hollar Back Girls country
Above the River Sacramento, bottom of Love’s gold deposit, El Dorado mine, I declare see?
Claim’s mine, snapped my fingers, dug down into the red dirt, lookin’ for the divine soul cups
Full of shine in darkness’ light, all the same, all just star dusted, incredible freeway funkups.
Jumped in kind of late and the train was movin’ way too slow so I got a hotrod on the freeway
Speeding over a hundred in a white steed of 350 horses under the hood, rollin’ along my day
Go, go and I’m gone, on the entrance to the turnpike, the expressway, tollway, they’re all agog
We’re all lame, I think winged angels are in synch, before we drown, they come, Oh My God!
This ain’t a party, it’s a raw feeding frenzy, a festival of eating and transforming mastications
From one form into another, consummation of the animals and plants, excreting mortal sins
That’s all that is left after all is said and done, whether you’ve reproduced your DNA or not
Our DNA survived God’s random, natural selection as above, so below, only Strong survive.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. One Oh One Five on the ROCKTOBER 2018 4:44 AM, Every Morning, or not!
{ drafted while listenin’ to Lightnin' Hopkins - The Blues on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/w49zuggg4PM }
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 15, 2018
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You will never be able to live it all down, the karma will follow your great grandkids to Heck
Right where the cosmic and galactic ooze wants us to be, here, now in ignorant bliss’ Hitech
Chains of fools from Maine to Mexico and boomerang ‘round to Australia and hills of Nepal
It’s not anybody’s fault, there is no free will yet there is a myth that we have It, we don’t pal!
I said prayers for all of y’all before I stopped belief in the unknown Occult of God’s humanity
Sending sons of God, or a son of a God, a savior to save us from a human nature in our DNA
What in the holy name of all that survived the #BigBang are we going to talk about now, then
Space around the visible and intellectualized planet Earth, flat as a dotted line at a lion’s den.
What it is exactly though, these visions if you’re not blind, watchin’ it all rock steady, in synch
From side to side and up above, so below where we are, it happens because it must be, a stink
What a fink is exactly is precisely the unknown factor which will be unveiled, all in One byte
Maybe you might want to put some shades on or at least close your eyes to avoid violet light.
Innocent of the reason why we’re all sittin’ pretty down here in the Hollar Back Girls country
Above the River Sacramento, bottom of Love’s gold deposit, El Dorado mine, I declare see?
Claim’s mine, snapped my fingers, dug down into the red dirt, lookin’ for the divine soul cups
Full of shine in darkness’ light, all the same, all just star dusted, incredible freeway funkups.
Jumped in kind of late and the train was movin’ way too slow so I got a hotrod on the freeway
Speeding over a hundred in a white steed of 350 horses under the hood, rollin’ along my day
Go, go and I’m gone, on the entrance to the turnpike, the expressway, tollway, they’re all agog
We’re all lame, I think winged angels are in synch, before we drown, they come, Oh My God!
This ain’t a party, it’s a raw feeding frenzy, a festival of eating and transforming mastications
From one form into another, consummation of the animals and plants, excreting mortal sins
That’s all that is left after all is said and done, whether you’ve reproduced your DNA or not
Our DNA survived God’s random, natural selection as above, so below, only Strong survive.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. One Oh One Five on the ROCKTOBER 2018 4:44 AM, Every Morning, or not!
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