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Saturday, July 06, 2019

#FlowingNorthToSouthToEastToWest #CantYouObserveReality ?


VEIL HIDING HOLY SCAT’s 1’s 0’S
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You may desire things and immortality and all that but you know it’s what you all get
A bag of bones searchin’ for the place to rest and pretend that back-chat is tête-à-tête
Marvelous and most precious are the gasps and deep breaths of the things we saved
Ones who don’t breathe the gassy air become one step beyond the grave, all too brave.

Roses of the garden along with the other dead flowers in the graveyard to undertake
208 bones from tip of toe to the top of the cross-boned skull, never again to be seen
Underground above the start dirt and overboard within the oceanic sea-salted dank
Spectral colors infrared to ultraviolet and super and sub sonic sound, lo-hi toe bank.

What you don’t know will not necessarily hurt you but it may shock you to feel It, hot bloods
From the sleeping midget or giant, even the sleeping perfect man and woman, fake demigods
Pertaining to the love and the survival skills of the ones who heard Truth through a grapevine
Dissecting conclusions of eclectic guesses of wise-men, nothing’s left underneath matrix skin.

X’s and O’s and Zeroes and Ones force the hand to move up/down, left/right, back-flip splat
Lost minds in the end have become lost due to their inability to extrapolate from bull’s scat
Which is flung like corned beef hash on Sunday morning after a long night sleepin’ by a fire
Once dawn opened sky to the red and blue, pure white and red clouds, symbolic funeral pyre.

Apes and men appear to not only have similar forms skeleton but also, they all think alike
In nobody’s trance from the US K-12 experience, not hypnotized by the day or week or year
Never can tell who tells you the truth and who lies to you because it could be everybody here
Inside chapel-temple’s house of worship where nothing lurks for you, boogie with bogyman!

Men cry sometimes at least some men do, some men never cry or they will curl up and all die
Like leaves separated from the branch of the tree, where the sap flows, we’re drones, dead on
It is what happened after the Big Bang if there ever was one that actually happened, come on
Everybody knows that monkeys caused this happening yet we forget about it, you, God’s eye.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted in the presence of a #CajunQueen listenin’ to a cornucopia of rock, start with Creedence Clearwater Revisited aka #Revival #BornOnTheBayou & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/wIjUY3pjN8E }

#WWARD

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