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DEEP LOVER OF NOTES’ PLAYERS
Life brings weird SOUNDS to the First Cause of your own conception and birth, oh man!
That’s all you can say in the end when all of the games are played all empty heaven sent
Truth and its diametric opposite are One and the same thing, dual point of view of a fan
Who and where you are, needle in the groove, present, past & future IS US, we represent.
All in for the long haul whether trouble finds me with you or not so, be prepared cub scout
When you turn into a bear after the long adolescent hibernation, you will be challenged out
From your most cherished blind faith beliefs in the Things Themselves to the enigma of Id
What the substance of the atoms of matter becomes is an unnamed anomaly, it’s The Kid.
Walked the red dirt in the foothills for two days to find nothing but golden air’s dead obits
In the night or in a day there’s nothing different except for sweet shadows of my girl’s thigh
Because, so I’m told, the planet is spinnin’ and wobblin’ on an invisible axis to forced orbits
In infinite revolution with a finale as either a Red Giant, White Dwarf or a Black Hole sigh.
Speakers’ modulation of a high fidelity amplifier blast decibels to Mercedes’ ears and eyes
Reason and logic, in the hands of alpha males of the human population on seven continents
Wasted on the inevitably extinct species that used to be the aliens of this solar, systemic pi
It’s 3.14 any way you look at it, from the a quick in ant out of an alpha male kissing the sky.
All the addictive Jazz and R&B and R&R and Country and Classic and Folk, my wheelhouse
Logic on the job to reduce the wonder to the known, the ‘x’ to the variable ‘y’ of man & mouse
From the south to the north pole and all around the equator, DNA animates the gas’ liquids
Hope and Faith and Charity all concepts of the species’ random survival mechanism for kids.
Mothers and fathers of everyone, y’all are responsible for this here scat in front of your eyes
It’s for your eyes only, all of y’all and I don’t mean maybe, that’s what my mama used to say
When she was serious about the discipline I required to adapt to my future Time that flies
From perch to perch, from microbe to things that eat things like me, it’s got to be my eyes!
One last thing, in case we don’t see eye to eye, now or in the future or past, con macho gusto
¡El placer es todo mío! and that is about all that needs to be said, this LSD acid trip is a must
For the angels above and below the ash and rock blown from the burning star-stuff above me
What it is will be what it has always been and what it will always be, a supreme idiotic finale.
by
r j j stephan, i
{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Twilight Zone Armstrong & Getty Jackarmstrong & Joe Getty DF'rs on Talk 650 KSTE LINK @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?autoplay=true&pname=15400&campid=header&cid=index.html }
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