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Friday, December 06, 2019

#HashtagYoMama #TheShallows #HereWeGoAgain #MrsJonesThing #LetItGoNow

ALL ABOUT IT, INDEED, SHALLOW
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, December 6, 2019
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A moment or two following the final gasp of nitro-oxy-hydro, the nagging Ma deserted me
She was rough but she was always ready to grab my hand, my arm or even my hair to drag
From point A to point B and wherever else she could go on a bus to nowhere, on the street
Backstreets were on the dark side of town, fine for the evening between dusk & first dawn.

Here’s what you don’t know, that everybody is a baby grown to be scared, fear unknown chit
Things without names, amorphous beings between the stratosphere and the lunarsphere up
On down to the ground of ‘mindful’ being without atoms of material bodies, nothing in a cup
What is the matter? Nothing. I’ve said it Time and time again ad infinitum, didn’t stutter it.

Blended in as mother and father did from a holy matrix, test tube of microscopic germ anima
Open door to an open mine of golden rocks, silver gems of the Big Bang’s leftover bull’s scata
Perfect harmony with bells, harps and horns, rang, twang and blown to #fake kingdom come
Eyes all wide open or blinded by the ultraviolet and infrared light, insight is out of sight, um.

You nor I can take any of this with us on the way from life to death, we will all hide the stench
Of deteriorating meat on 208 bones, not eaten by carnivorous cannibals, at six feet no wrench
Stunk to high heaven between Earth and Mars, an asteroid belt sucks it in like cotton candy
Wasted nights and days of the historical humanity we inherited, just sugar for the gods’ tea.

In recovery from being an addicted hairaholic, I require every gasp I can steal from holy hell
This cannot be all there is right? My father is flippin’ in his casket right now, angel winged pa
Mothers’ all smilin’ because the messenger’s the same as the message, son of god cannot spell
She’s the One I’ve copied DNA from and can never get back to copy, She hosted me, OMGaGa!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. 03h33 PST le 6 décembre 2019 Anno Domini
{ Drafted near an open window in my bunker below the Mason-Dixon line, as above it, so below it, listenin’ to the shows before the matrix’ link @ https://youtu.be/WI3F9RKSAQY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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