On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or dupers in the holy hood.
I didn’t create this information out of thin air, it’s in the atmosphere and squall, go, avoid
On borders with seven seas, continents are the high ground of a random mishap, Earth birth
Shape’s form of the Earth is neither round nor spherical, it’s a broken hunk of burnin’ love.
One function of being educated is to be trained in the art of guessing at wisdom’s reversal
Of the pain and suffering in store for any form of life with a nervous system, man to microbe
It is all a matter of Time and Space in the mind, yours and mine, mamas raised no kids, boys
On the corner waitin’ for girls to walk by the clique of greasers or doopers in the holy hood.
Even Steven or you win and walk away from the game but never, ever lose your cash or shirt
If you or I ever did lose it, we’d lose our will to live on without spending a dime on a hot bird
What expectation will materialize is determined by your willing and picturing a dove, a spirit
Imaginary while awake and asleep, there is no way to know why a cosmic accident occurred.
Cream’s most nutritious part of the life’s DNA, give me cream and I’ll die roll one of the dice
Choice is never an option once you’ve been conceived, the forces determine trajectory of ice
Frozen solid waste of blown gas, hard as stone, a mass of gluon pebbles form a rubber soul
Dead cave people had no idea why they were alive fighting to survive beyond the bell’s toll.
It rang in the cemetery when nobody was there above the ground of being, only underground
Where angels and devils cannot dig in, it’s hardened rock, star dust conglomerated, inbound
All that is left of the blown atomic matter is this planetary solar system, galaxy in a black hole
Eroding the nuclei into the half-life, half-breed native of Eden or Valhalla, a One, set and go!
Promote the heat and the cold because those are the only real things to my brothers & me
Without the hot and frozen there is nothing in special or general relativity to spit at, see?
Putting the rocks into the compactor makes the collapsed stardust, future shock long ago
When I was a young, mama got programmed & reprogrammed me from hatch to the sea.
by
r j j stephan, i * #ExplodeTheCamels
c. June 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while reading, writing, listening, speaking with the #Marconi on iHeart delay for the Armstrong & Getty radio show on Talk 650 KSTE 0600-1000 AM PST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }
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