Cosmic comedy playin’ out in front of whichever senses you use to evaluate the matrix’ flow
Buddies go as far as they can before they stray on to the wild blue yonder, above or far below
It feels like somebody’s gotta get older than everyone else but nobody volunteers, I think I do
No particular reason to get on the record in general, it’s a malfunction, bobbers go up/down.
Just because I live in paradise and that know it is, I don’t need any of the rest imaginary swag
To be able to get to the beach to watch the surf go in and out from the bays of pigs who brag
That is the best you can hope for, to live and let live for the livers’ health, avoid God’s sepsis
Strive for the constancy of being here and now, in this life on this planet at this time’s kiss.
All it is now and all it ever was will be what it will be with or without you or me, imagining
Waiting forever until the dawn or the dusk, for the tide to arrive, bleached foam intriguing
Not long after the flash of green, the horizon fades to blackish white, linear dashes or dots
Punks who’ve perfected the art of grafting are eternally rewarded by First Cause I-robots.
You have the liberty to use logic and reason to form a rational theory of the material universe
We boys and girls who’ve grown to be the men and women have the ultimate choice’s curse
You will be danmed if you do and danmed if you don’t do the right thing, facts of life they say
My dad and your dad, your ma and my ma, they all know now what I mean, Nothing is gay.
Nevertheless, on the other hand when the shoe is on the other foot and you’re paraplegic
It doesn’t really matter at all, there is nothing but dirt after death, look around you, use logic
I am only a messenger of Slim and a nun, they wrote this on the blackboard of cock and bull
They left the key to the three lock box in a riddle, to be opened by Jonathon’s live seagull.
You might think that being a virus, a bacterium or a form of being, form and matter vanish
Before or behind your eyes, preconception or post mortem, your God, your gods, your saints
Nothing at all and nobody at all are the points and are not the forbidden fruit of the Jewish
Before the Moses and Abraham of olden days, they worshiped calves for God’s sake of rants.
Being casual or formal, a dating ritual inherited from the caves and coastal waters, just to be
Nothing else to say and it appears to be as hopeless as it seems to me, it’s not my fault, see?
Hold your horses cowboys and girls, there’s a reason for everything or so I’ve been told, so
So when the conclusion is deduced, the Truth will be known, indubitable, a surfer girl blow.
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r j j stephan, i *HEADER’S A CALIFORNIA-GIRL PIC INSIDE MY OLD USAF LOCKER!
c. MAY 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to #BornOnTheBayou & hits of Creedence Forever (ClearwaterRevival ) @ https://youtu.be/iv_gXt1cCI8I }
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