FRY DAY, ONE 3 STUPID? b@1*
First of all, I’ve got street cred for me to know and you to find out, baloney grist of the meat
Ignorance is one thing but #StupidShouldHurt you, AG and everyone else who thinks sheet
About the nature of the beasts, the Earth, the sun and stars of Space, regarding the One, only
A universe that has little or nothing to do with the morality or ethics of the hominidal party.
It’s a matter of hashtagging your typed/tapped digital reproduction of your inner self’s suck
Goin’ down fast as the gravity and the rock and roll impediments will allow, it’s a mind pfuq
Not only for the sake of the human race but also for the only reason, a Humpty Dumpty slam
All the King’s men put the broken egg of origin back together again, the DNA is Eve & Adam.
Extinction of the Life on Earth will be done in some random lifetime not ours but then again
You and I never know when they want you to clear your throat or talk to a prism camera lens’
Double dog dare the triple mad dogs in the pack, in the herd of cows that become a pig’s stop
Ham’s from a pig, flesh on soul filled bones, a brain of a Hog from pig wombs’ full of wet slop
In a position for the mathmatical and philosophical analysis of the thing itself, bride & groom
When my fingers n’ toes nails stop growing in a casket’s box, sweep my dusted witch’s broom.
This won’t happen again, this spin is your spin and it’s all you’ll get, stick a fork in that pork
Enjoy the ride or not, make an error and go to prison or live to be old on social security dork
Gimme back my bullets, ma, papa or brothers, sisters or kids for Papafrancisco Saint’s sake
Good God, evil’s the reversal, the Evil, Live spelled backward, bizarre being, I’m wide awake!
Fried baloney and chicken fried eggs on the spit, hot cakes and maple, cool watermelon seed
Hot coffee bean soaked in scalding H2O, syrup of the mountain lions’ prey, humanity’s creed
Movement, animation on the ground, in the air or under the sea, whatever floats your token
I blog the spots when they appear out of nowhere, right in front of my holy eyes, wide open.
The Yin and the Yang move about the matrix within the heads of humanity’s asymmetrical sign
Half of a non-circular, empty comma, linked us all in a climate changes’ neon dream, so lucid
I am not going to die before my time, it’s my time at any moment, now then, I am only a Kid
Money talks and it’s singing plenty of warbled words, wind pipes stoked toes over a fine line.
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r j j stephan, i * #StupidShouldHurt (A&G) yet does NOT, check the stupido in the mirror!
c. September 13th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:59 AM PST #FridayHashtagYoMama #FridayThe13th
{ drafted listenin’ to Eddie Money HITS youTube link @ https://youtu.be/2tcD_dVcXE4}
W.W.A.R.D.?
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