SONNY, DADDIO, MISS YA MAN! *
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Oh my mama, she knew that it was all a matter of Time in this Space, nothing left over then
After it’s all said and it’s all done, the finish line ahead is all there is to see, a clear insight Zen
What it is, what it was and what it always will be, a star’s burst of atoms’ eve, it’s a big red ball
Atoms of the molecules spread out over the Void, the lack of things full of Nothing, that’s all!
Never can say goodbye to the family though, they want me to stay, want to stay, yet I cannot
Nobody gets out of this life alive, not even Jesus Christ or Buddha or Krishna or Mao, nobody
For once in the revolution of the planet around the burning #Fix, old Sol, the Man in the sky
It’s a crap shoot, a card game of chance with a cheater and a marked human, I do, I’s a robot.
Programmed by color or black & white electrode transmissions from an empty puddle of mud
We are now groomed to be awake, work, slave, skate, scam and mate with God’s Elmer Fudd
A dream come true for beauty’s beasts who look for godsends but find beasts of burden lore
Tales about the guys and gals who came and went without a whisper, no Word, no #WhatFor.
Animated eggs from the womb to the grave sites and atom’s of the atmosphere’s bloody mud
Coagulated in my idea of the feeling of Oneness you received as a gift of the fight for survival
Only the strong survive, you can see that with your own eyes, compassion for weakness is nil
Bringing the weakness of the cells into the gene pool will eliminate the Gash of apes that kill!
Naked apes with hardly a hair on their chinny, chin, chin are in charge of the spin stop and go
Hairless and frozen stiff without their parkas and animal fur from fauna of Terra Ferma blow
Wind on the Earth’s fire brings the sea water to keep the wild fish alive, until a Time for locks
Refused miraculous garbage, I’m wasted and famished, I swallowed fish whole, I rolled rocks!
Right here and now, daddio, you’ve got to get outta here alive, no choice but to be or not to be
Answers to the only question that matters are not to be found in knowledge, just a blind faith
That the historical narrative found in the volumes of bibliophiles on shelves and on line, see
Blind boys and girls walk alone, a sight for sore divine eyes and mortal bones, RIP, I’m death.
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r j j stephan, i *MyOriginOfSpecies #LightHeartDarkSoul #MakeYuleTideGay
c. DIMANCHE, FREEZEMBER 22nd, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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