SKIPPIN' TRIPPIN’, MADD BALLS! *
Take a picture and it will last longer than a NY minute, an eon will pass underground fires
Counter the ice with the hot plastic and slate, your wild dreams can’t imagine funeral pyres
Of being all too human, there’s a finite trip from the conception to the soulless travel of gods
Matter and Energy in conflict, beings of DNA arose from a blown crock of teenager hotrods.
Adapt or perish, it’s the law of gravity and evolution of the fittest species to survive extinction
We are the ones who survived, we caretake the others, plants and animals, adapt to function
Motivation is to eat or be eaten, an edge given to the survivors who found peace on rare Earth
Not because of luck but an intent to be the good while being capable of being bad, even ugly!
Rivers run above and beyond, below the center of nowhere, a centered, empty hole of a code
Empty acid DNA, nothing but a Void of philosophical religion, to let war’s god-sun go brood
Teeth to eat and fire to burn, mortality of eternity a loving, innocent myth of mother’s lode
Inside the outside of where nothing but emptiness completes third dimensional cold blood.
Substantial variations occur from a man’s birth to his death, I don’t prick anything ‘bout her
My comment is purely homocentric, earthly unimportantly, a self examination of holy soul
Volts from the thunder and lightening sent to our gravitational pull, my mind got penetrated
By Nothing but electrons, neutrons and protons that I cannot terminate, I’ve a will to power.
Speak a language that can be understood by any human on any continent, seven or now eight
One under the sea that nobody other than flabbergasted people ever become aware of, it’s Fate
Float on the ocean for a week and take a trip that you will never forget, unless your eyes failed
Sights and sounds of pure ocean H2O liquid gas being cut by a #Princess, north WA AK gate.
Saw neither hide nor hair of Fire, quit smokin’ leaf grass n’ Al Capone Cigarillos’ cooler stiffs
Just the salt in the air and the freezing August air of a Pearl of the USA, the deal of stoonads
Alaska where my grandma feared to go with her fisherman mate, my step-grandpa, Mr. Leff’s
Puttin’ dead food in the Renton, Washington ground, box buried six feet deep, 208’s gonads.
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r j j stephan, i *HeavyBalls
c. Jeudi, August 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #TowerOfPower LIVE w/LennyWilliams leads on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Qy2NssFhs64 }
*It is no more complicated than knowing how and why conception occurs...just be the food! #Fate’s #QuantumMechanics #RabbitHole universe link @ https://youtu.be/TftGVf5345g
W.W.A.R.D.?
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