DAY, 2-20-2020 A.D. GENI FLIPPER *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, February 20, 2020
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It’s been a while, eh, since day 1-1-1 A.D. there’s been a discrepancy in utero, fake music light
Multiplied subtraction damage from extracted recombined codex of DNA’s holy infinite fight
Gave it to you and me right there down the middle of the pipe, in the pocket’s sweet spot core
Dying a moment after I’ve come to Jesus or high heaven just because I can, a cracker at four.
I got some music left inside of the deep, dark space place between the star dust, blown suns
Father of the suns just a byte of unknown “x” of the thing itself, what it is to be a man’s guns
Arms of biceps and triceps to be stroked as if it means anything more than a form of apemen
From swingin’ through trees on vines to running, walking, hiding, trapping & eating spawn.
On a joy ride in style of the kings and queens who never had a want or need unfulfilled, alive
In a mortal bag of skin full of 208 bones, hooked up with sinews moved by thinkin’ it’s Live
Transformed in the process of transubstantiation’s miracle of a pretend happening, I forget
The rest is history you can find written down on paper in twenty some dialects of lingo debt.
You got what you gave the entire time you’ve been seven, an age of reason, logic’s rational fun
Invasive from the core of being to the current affair of being in harm’s way or an easy Big One
Like Big Sur or a Big Dipper, nearly unimaginable good graciousness, musty King Kong balls
Serious waves movin’ with the rhythm of the moon perturbation and Earth’s wobbling walls.
Crying because I can’t laugh anymore in this darkness left over from the grateful soul train
First Cause keeps it moving and pulling the entire universe back into the implosion fashion
Temperate, cool heat of Gold states; dreamers with a demon immersed, bent H1N1 v-disease
On a knee bent for honor at nightfall, fell apart & gave nothing but a common flip, free fees.
Everything is everything and everybody knows that is the Truth, it cannot be denied, a priori
Judgement call as presented by a mind trained seals and showdogs eaten treats, a posteriori
Now and then there’s a this or a that which comes out of nowhere seen, Void’s full empty set
Some might find it well before the last gasp of wicked, putrid gas and funky punk blood’s let.
Right before the end of the third act, I left the play without adieu, nobody ever knew my bytes
Disappearance like magic makes the reasons for things themselves, random flyin’ xBox kites
In the explanation of the Essence and Form or shape of Matter, a supernovae singularity hole
Pronouns will have predicated the appearance of an astral vacuum, no justice, I’m in control!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, 2-20-2020 @ 2:22 PM PST
{ Drafted in the swamp while listenin’ to @MontyPythonCommunistQuizSketch @ https://youtu.be/vZ9myHhpS9s }
* Header’s moi, when I was ‘bout 4 years old, circa 1955 A.D. I was NOT a paid actor! }
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