GRIM DEAL FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
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If you don’t read this diatribe, this dissertation of glum reality and the illusions of perception
Sensory or extrasensory ESP puts you in the passenger seat of any hotrod who comes along
With or with the tattoo of you on their face and a tattoo under their eye, maybe two or three
Killer apes full of their mothers and fathers scorn for being alive on Earth, among killer apes.
Stripes, stars and bars are the official designation of command respect, for the ranks blue sky
Above and below the polar magnetism, we get stuck on the far-side of non-sequiturs and a fly
Words of sounds and signs agreed upon by babies of girls who like to party, barely naked lady
Making the DNA of the genome rupture out of lust rather than love, at one and done, all over!
Eye of the tornado is blinded by atomic black light and protuberances 93 million miles away
On the surface and deep into the recess at the core of the host, nothing don’t exist, a zero tag
Monks, nuns, brothers and priests all want to be the only One God loves, I think I am, I brag
Reality bit in the cervical and thoracic of the backbone, provided my comic chew of the day.
Don’t watch your own back, have a strong ally take that duty and resist mighty powers that be
Seeking to end your existence and eat you or bury you out of sight of the hellfire’s fake liberty
All of the dead bodies in a deep hole and buried under tons of earth dirt, solar bullish entity
Giving it all when some game nothing in particular, in general just a dream in a dream, see?
Shackles and chains on your hands and feet and you’re sick as a rabid canine without a cure
Virus and flu of the infected bacteria that live alive under one roof with us, ready to be extinct
Looking for a will to cause the effect of the Way, the middle path from here to nirvana’s blur
Then and only then, if and only if the Truth is the Reality of this beast, all too human in sync.
Hedge Fund Zero has all of my marbles and with or without it, I will move from here to there
Profits gone off the charts and the tripling of the gross total, over a million bucks for the care
That a human requires it and refuses to die even without arms or legs, memory of extinction
Everybody gets on the floor to dance now, just keep the chin up, eye on a prize, chrome Bean.
Snakes, worms, flies and gnats keep the macroscopic in pure microcosm, rotten John & Joy
Inside the inner circle, there’s a center of nothing at all, in control of all things, a maniac’s toy
All alone in Oneness and in a mental funk for being the Many, a baby talks, a humane Word
Sound of the air comin’ through tongues and cheeks, lips and jaw of the eating machine herd.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, February 7th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 PM PST
{ Jam drafted while listenin’ to @VanillaFudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3ChToIvLRM}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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