GENOME AND MABELLINE
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Why can’t you be true? Oh, you are true, I’m the one who is false but it ain’t all my fault
Everybody’s got a story in the naked city, nobody gets out of this life alive by void default
In particular and in general, the meaning of life is a matter of blind faith, war’s hipsters
Live in health and happiness if you get a choice, do well unto your brothers and sisters.
Full of youth and the evil money of the bones and skulls, beauties clubbed by beasts, mated
Conceived this racket of revolution, cellular mitosis of the culture onto my extinct forehead
On the nature of carryin’ weapons of peace, my hands, arms, knees and feet, a jet in stealth
Extreme force required if and only if the fear of personal death exceeds the fear of my Self.
True, don’t doubt it, if you know what you can do with your opinion’s #WhiteTrash flocks
Up the hill, down on the mountainside in the backwoods or in the middle of the boondocks
That is home, sweet home just like the middle of the concrete and steel in the suburban city
Until the great grandsons and grandnieces of the elite become the stardust’s hot tamale.
Hunger and thirst will get you to the pollution and maggot infested dead meat, you’ll starve
When matter cannot consume itself it withers away into what cosmic dust is able to thrive
Until a gravitational collapse of the Time and Space that the Singularity hides, if & only if
A required condition is that something is dreaming this polkadot, man or alien being’s motif.
On a space ship or a time slip in a worm hole, movement of a thing itself is all you can ‘er see
It’s the cause and effect of the Liberty and absolute Freedom only tigers enjoy, killer of slaves
I’ve got arrows and bows, silent annihilators of my life’s consciousness, shark-like tidal waves
Comin’ here and there on ships, divin’ in and out of undrinkable salt H2O, low on Vitamin C.
As above this plane of the planet’s cracked, salted sand so below it’s surface down to the core
Symbolically inert signs of war and peace, good and evil, genius and idiots, takes one to know
That what I am and what you are is the form of matter, as it evolved from the cosmic score
A random cell of inert matter in the form of hydrogen and oxygen gases collide into a flow.
It ain’t true that that bottle of sleeping pills fell into your mouth, forced you to swallow 50
Dead and gone before the flashing lights and hubbub down in the #Hollyweird silent movie
What was that Elton John sang about in that song, #NormaJean goodbye and buenos noches
Nothing personal, just a good girl in the wrong place available to the leeches’ nasty roaches.
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r j j stephan, i {*People will rob their own brother! - Cain & Abel ha! }
c. April, 18, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to The O'Jays #Money & #ShipsAhoy & olden HITS ‘bout lettin’ MONEY, ALMIGHTY DOLLARS change you..... don’t let it.....keep on keepin’ on link @ https://youtu.be/Ll3uipTO-4A & a video tribute to Marilyn_Monroe https://youtu.be/mZ-4CeILy90 }
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