Lost in the Space’s viruses and #HotRods which existed 70 million years ago, it’s all ‘bout me
CGIN1 gene is RNA retrovirus father of us all, parasitic one gene which was alive, two to go
When the first thought was recollected to be the only thought that is an immortal eons, yo G
Lost at sea, in an evolution caused by the compression of the Will to Powers above, as below.
In a smear, a Whirl of Swirl at the center of holy poles of the bloodshot, blowhole magnetism
Ain’t my fault that I was conceived, born, raised and thinking here and now, of fake-idealism
When blood will not be pumped hemoglobin and hemocyanin, enzymatic snail smithereens
Atomic evolution, formed special creation of mighty acoelomorphs, billion year old proteins.
Mosquito stomachs fossils contain blood of the 600 million year old, circulatory systematics
Organic movement of @acoelomorphs, worms evolved to contain themselves in a shape flicks
Atoms, molecules of globulin folds spontaneously created god-junk, a worm’s penny-copper
Who said the owl in the barn, doesn’t know you must save your recollections for easy fishing.
Crabs have the blue blood, the oxygen changes it all to the red, oxidized hemerythrin puree
Then there’s the evolution of the #IceFish white blood, inside and outside, no-clot rainbows
Beginning fossils in the #BurgessShale #MarrellaSplendins black smears of blotched blood
You find either the origin of life after the #BigBang or the sickle God created before A & E!
Saving the best for last, the last thought, the last breath with or without meaning, Eagle key
Around and about 4 AM Pacific Time, the surf comes up down at the Big Sur, aboard the bay
Nine to five or graveyards past midnight, it’s all One and the same, a slow burn to the cruisin’
On the yacht or the ship of carnival fools or princess tools or even in flight, flyin’ Eagle fusion.
In the morgue, corpse’s Zip pity-doo-dah whistlin’, rings of grandmama’s blinded, 7th godson
Royal heritage-lineage of mothers’ grandpas and fathers’ grandmas, brought here & now fun
On a day conceived from random egg and sperm drawn from two, a ‘56 Chevy was a 409 One
True to one original form, won’t find me in a bone yard or buried in #SkiinyJeans, it is done!
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r j j stephan, i *Header’s my personal android’s fresh Alaskan cruise by #SkagwayGlaciers }
c. Sunday, August 25th, 2019 A.D @ 10:30 AM priority delivery!
{ drafted while seein’ the world thru #WhiskeyGlasses & HITS of Morganwallen #TwoMoreLetsGo on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ozT3-7Dd3cg }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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