MIDDLE ROAD’S, HOOKERS’ BED *
Who knows what may lurk in the mind of God, Zeus, Ala or One, Sigmund Freud Void
Nobody but me is embedded in this ignorance, knowing the one Truth to try to avoid
What it means to be man, a human, a woman, animated by an encounter of a third kind
Higher powers’ system of language transmission tames savage beasts, keep it in mind.
Apes, both the ones in the trees and the ones on the ground, were found by the astronauts
Probes by instruments of humanity now know that there is more Nothing than first assumed
In other words, the things themselves, the atomic amalgamations of star clusters is All of It
There is no grandpa creator with a white beard and bald head ‘up there’ or ‘down there’ kid!
Understand that the ethics and morality of the cub scouts, the boy scouts was the DNA zen
To comprehend the nature of obedience to laws that benefit the whole society is for Old Men
Young men and young women only care about having children and having fun all night long
Providence of a Big Bang corresponds to the exact set of theoretic assumptions, a swan song.
Usually when a word writer comprehends and incorporates this nature of the beast we are
There is a sudden explosion of creative genius followed by a dull, unawareness of #FakeNews
What we see is what we get on the rebound from “We produce everything, we are the Idea.”
Now and then due to random, natural selection of recombinant DNA, eaten meat to diarrhea.
Calculus and Trigonometry cannot quite equate the philosophy of life with the dots and lines
It is what the Word is, the sound and the sight of the dots and lines, on walls, paper or dimes
For a hundred years, plus or minus, we’ve come to mark footprints in the infinite sand of sin
God’s Big Bangs put it all in a nutshell for you, sons of goddess hookers & Black Magic kin.
Bereave your missing out on life after death before you leave here and now, safer to fly
Without the wings that fail you because they’ve got no feathers, a chimera of high hopes
Out of this body y’all, that’s what you get, mouth agape and my eyes wide open to comply
There’s nothing you can say or do about it except deal with it, stars, sun, dirty old dopes.
Projected compromise between ignorance and enlightenment yields unidentified blows
In a hooker’s bed that sleeps with the enemies of mine, all of them, everybody else but yous
One caveat, you may be a target of the Power, of UFO’s or whatever rules POTUS’ blues
Scapegoat for the power, hidden behind the Oz scenes of wizards, it’s just me, a red rose.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday January 28, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST *Shakira
{ drafted while listenin’ to a #SurpriseOfTheDay #WTH & #WTF didn’t they tell us? #Wormholes #TimeQuantum Link @ https://youtu.be/HdB7WUfAP50 }
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