HONEYSUCKLE SOME HONEYBEE
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Like it or not, you’re breathing and living right here and now, you better get on the stick, slick
Wastin’ time is not an option if you can’t open your eyes anymore, when you lose your mind
All gone on the final heartbeat of the drama, whiskey and tobacco in your face makes it kind
Smile n’ laugh all day long, dreamin’ of sugar plums and calm seas ahead, fire dragon’s trick
Got laid out in the casket but I wanted to be burned and pulverized into bonified fake balls
Rebels have succumbed to the fallen angels’ philosophy of Being Evil in the sons of the Live
I’m so full of holy patience in a sewer hole full of God’s wasted damsels dialing 24/7 robocalls
Of men and the vermin who crash matter from mastication to defecation in a fake hive of jive
Wine, whiskey and memories of the fabulous nights from 9 to 5, graveyard shiftin’ your gears
Only you know like I know everything that happened and we know nothing of any Free will
It’s gospels and epistles, stories about livin’ somewhere around a mountain of rivers’ freefall
Meltin’ snow-caps’ snow-drops to the rain’s current of the deep, blue sea, angel-devil bears
Mean men taught me the meaning of life from the being of compassion to someone with none
As a Singularity’s essence in a black hole, I’ve entered forces my leak of a secret Truth unspun
Love’s fighting over who’s the anointed one and who isn’t, just a slave somewhere on a beach
Visually aromatic smell in a hole of invisible, holy worlds of divine order, sound’s odor reach.
YOU and the rest of the nature of being will disappear into the Singularity, Superego’s goal
Like it or not, no angels waiting in heaven or hell for your disembodied consciousness’ soul
Dawn suddenly comes when my eye lids blink, let the sun’s shine into holy darkness’ mummy
Put on the faded jeans and the DagoT, groom and bloom on to the twilight and a SoCal scree
No bread, no food, no money, no wheels, no job but it never rains in California, least I’m dry
All US pioneers who came out west on buses, cars, trucks, jets, even hitched a ride to get high
Where the ocean wind blows inland and forest fires blow away into the Sierras, we dead right
Not even one small step for mankind can disguise the facts of life, my daddy told me to fight
Until I can’t take another breath and can’t move another inch from the recline decline, Move
Be the Unmoved Mover if you’d be the most useful to your culture’s civilization, China Grove
Or maybe it wasn’t a grove and it was just me looking within an empty Void of blown bubbles
In your out-basket of labor and care for your fellow human beings, build tall marijuana walls
From Texas to California, New & Old Mexico, Arizona to SW San Diego, chant #LockHerUp
On a flesh and bone or a steel horse, go until sundown, campfire, supper, sleep, repeat slide
It’s all about the Time spending it here in Space with y’all like it or not, it is what it is, suicide
Nobody steps in the same river twice, literally, the River passes Time in Void Space’s phqup.
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r j j stephan, i #DontHaveToBeRichToBeMyGirl #JustYourWantYourKisssssssss
c. Mardi, June Two Five, Two Thousand and Nineteen Anno Domini
{ drafted while being Unmoved in the Movement & blasting the jams on youTube #Kiss Prince IF YOU CAN! ahhhhhhhhh, hit it y’all! https://youtu.be/CkrT9u7ms1c }
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