GOD’S DAM? MY KAYAK FREEFALL!
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All we know, Money's the only thing, Everything’s a Fire Sale, Main Street serendipitous lies
Known Truth is another form of the same nonsense extrapolated from abandoned, dark skies
Where the stupid DNA gene has proliferated due to the attraction of being All to human void
Marked by an ‘X’ on the ground of being, a Space place to stick the spade’s holy crosshair kid.
One left to bury the Many deeper in the far end of the cesspool, a magical mama’s wasted ilk
Thing itself thinks about it all, essence and form of the animated and grounded worms’ silk
Soft and smooth to erase, to forget, to disintegrate, to absolve the creation from wrong right
Politically corrected and full of the fear of confrontation with the One who will get in It tight.
Mind matter doesn’t exist, there’s nothing with a mind in the matter, therefore, we’re all of It
How do I know? I know nothing and therefore it follows that Nothing exists, least in my shyt
Offended by ghettos and dispatched white trash dumps, where plastic paper forms a Divinity
Easy to crucify or burn on a funeral pyre, nothing is all of it, a mix of recollected serendipity.
No? I didn’t either but I had to ask because the paradigm case is Everything is Everything, yo
Not a smidgen of the Truth left over from first cavemen or woodsmen, all snorted bits of blow
IN and OUT of 208 bones with or without a diaper, catching shyt in holy places, a royal flush
Once or twice, with starry eyes searching for room to retire on fire, a holy, happy smoke push.
The bet is all in for the share of the booty, won without work just dumb luck, security’s fool
Walkin’ away with a load of cache, the ones who want to take it out of your hands, be a tool
Runnin’ ‘Dozens’ on the ghetto rats and cyber-world of neighborhood trolls, it’s tantamount
Use the tool of shame, to facilitate the souls trip from living Evil to be raw meat’s BBQ Hunt!
Metaphysical business ethics merge into the essence of the Singularity, nothing is the matter
When that fact has been metabolized, it is always too late to be satisfied with that status quo
God’s dog-consciousness from utter ignorance, drunken altered consciousness, swung batter
I captured the wood, ball slid into my bat grain’s sweet spot, a supernova hit, the heavy blow!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday January 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ Drafted All Alone, doin’ the #FandangoTango & listenin’ to Bob Seger “Lightening & Thunder Bear” & #ILikeThatOldTimeRockAndRoll #AutumnClosingIn on the #NightMoves & ‘Greatest Hits’ on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/mv-3kdrQe0k}
FINIS
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